Coal he dug himself is wild, wonder if the smoke bugged the animals nearby

The gym I go to moved to a bigger spot across town last year. Owners said they finally had room for everything, but now I spend the first ten minutes of every workout walking between the squat rack, the mats, and some machine jammed in the back by the bikes. Same thing happened to my buddy's kitchen when he got the double oven, he cooks less than ever because every pan is a hike away. There's something real to that "small box" idea. When everything lives within arm's reach you just work, but when you got space to spare you fill it and then you're a tour guide in your own shop. My old man ran his whole lawn business out of a single trailer and he never lost a socket in his life. Soon as you have room for doubles of everything, you stop knowing where anything is.