I read somewhere that it takes twenty-one times of altered action to change a habit. This came to mind because I have returned the kitchen garbage container to its original, handy place at the end of the sink counter. For a month or so the garbage receptacle was banished to a spot inside the broom closet; banished in that it was taking part in that extraordinary practise when selling a house with real estate agents of trying to make a house look as if no one does anything in it – like make garbage or use sinks or leave a book lying around. Yesterday I either reached blessed detachment or simply got fed up enough to put the garbage bin back where it can easily be accessed. (Interestingly enough I think the person who is going to buy the house then came through.) But I keep going to the broom cupboard, opening the door, and having to halt my hand from dropping whatever I am trying to get rid of as I realize the garbage is not there. Today I actually remembered before I opened the broom closet door. I think it might have been number eighteen. Maybe I am a quick learner. Chuckle.