- Wiping down his high chair’s tray after meals.
- Diving into laundry baskets and then carefully picking up all the displaced clothes.
- Combing his hair with a toothbrush.
It seems the cosmic tumblers have aligned, and Robert is now experiencing a perfect storm of incoherence, mobility, and fastidiousness. He now reels about the apartment like a boozed-up Felix Unger, finding objects and placing them where, in his unformed mind, they belong. As a result, whenever something important is missing, my wife and I do a lot of dumpster diving.