I think I may have ocd (obsessive compulsive disorder) when it comes to leaves.
The other day, I was sweeping outside and my husband looks at me and says “Look, here comes another one” as one leaf fell from a tree. It was comical at the time but the intensity I have at having an almost leaf-free driveway is still there.
It’s similar to the feelings I have when I iron — I enjoy ironing wrinkles away.
This reminds me of the show Monk which is about a private detective who suffers from extreme OCD. It’s really funny and we like to watch reruns of it.
Oh well — one must embrace what they can’t change. Welcome ocd!