Order!

(Parenthetical comment: I like Google's picture for today.)

Okay, back to the original topic.

I like order. It appeals to me. I won't say that I'm fanatical about it -- why, most of my porn collection isn't even indexed as to color density, having merely a synopsis of the activity shown, number of players, number of iterations, and so forth -- but I like it. And there are times that it comes in particularly handy. (Should that be 'handily', I wonder?)

Here's an example. When I was injured (oh, that's so LAST YEAR), I was taken via a local ambulance to the medical center. After I was back home, about three weeks ago, we received a bill from the company for the service. Given the amount of the bill, I assume there must have been champagne, hor d'oerves, and an in-flight crew of Playboy Bunnies, but I didn't notice at the time. Well, I said, grimacing as I gave it to my wife, I guess we'll have to pay this. Maybe not, she replied, noting that it said something about not having gotten insurance information from us at the time. So we got the folder out that we'd created for the event, found the name and mailing info for the insurer, and sent it to them to see what would happen..

Yesterday, they paid it. The whole damn thing. It was, oh, roughly twice what I paid for the one month extension of the policy. Wow! And because of our dedication to order, I was able to go to the filing cabinet, pull out the folder, get the bill, and send them off a check in about half an hour.

Order is good.