Two decades ago, when we ordered our two large backyard sheds after filling in the swamp pool, The Deal was that all the bike stuff, including the bikes, had to fit in one shed. Absolutely no exceptions.

A couple years ago, Dear Wife is in Shed #2, and asks me: "Why are my bikes and our son's bikes in this shed, and why are there bikes I don't recognize in the garage?" I explained as best I could that although I had every intention of holding up to my side of The Deal, circumstances had evolved somewhat, and that I would endeavor to minimize the expansion into other spaces (sort of like how "spending reductions" can conveniently substitute for "balanced budget").

That was about the time the neatly-stacked bins of crochet yarn began appearing in the indoor hallways.

The detenté is holding. For now.