I'm losing. There is dust on everything. It's three weeks until Christmas, so I've decided to take it easy. This means eating peanuts while watching a movie. This means only manipulating my immediate surroundings. If it's outside of the radius of my arms, it will have to wait until I decide to get up. So, I'm typing, and picking up little flecks of peanut shells from beside me on the couch and dropping them down the crack between the couch and the wall. It's okay; it won't hurt. The little shells will land unharmed on the soft bed of dust bunnies at the baseboards.