In the war against clutter, I'm currently losing the battle. I don't intend to keep things, but somehow they just keep piling up! I suppose that's why they call it clutter. I look over on my end-table and suddenly there's a stack of magazines a foot high. I didn't intend to keep those! I just didn't throw them away. There's the danger. And now I'm dealing with the fallout. I feel like my belongings are about to take over the house! Time for fall cleaning!