he mutters shuffling through the papers at his desk. I don't have the heart to interrupt his unorganized geniosity, so I just hover in the doorway. Eventually, he just picks up a bunch of the papers and plops them on the ground next to him, then sighs and keeps working on his laptop. Maybe one day I will achieve such eccentricity that I will be able to plop bills and printed out emails and legal documents on the ground beside me without a care in the world. I can only hope.