Something I Am OCD About

I think I am OCD about my husband not being OCD. I am not really a neat freak but I can't stand clutter, i.e., little scraps of paper all over the place, books off the bookshelf, newspapers on the table. My husband, however, is a hoarder. He has an infinite number of papers all over the house -- newspaper clippings for events we'll never attend, to do lists for things that will never get done, phone numbers for people he'll never call . He has 4 to 5 books going at all times and they are littered throughout the house. And you can always find the Boston Globe on the piano bench, the kitchen table, and the living room floor. I constantly follow him around reorganizing the slips of paper, neatly stacking the newspapers, consolidating the books. This is not to say that I am a neat freak. I'm a slob. It just manifests differently. And I love my husband dearly. He could write a novel about what it's like to live with me. But his clutter clutters something in my brain and I have to unclutter it. So that is what I am OCD about.