I can’t be positive, but I’m pretty sure this laundry basket was left as a warning to me. Or maybe it randomly made it’s way up a flight of stairs and was abandoned in a place that happens to be near this:
We are having friends over tomorrow. This was fair warning that all of my crap needs to find a place to go or it will end up in a basket. I really need to look into a roll-top desk, or maybe some cabinets with doors. 
(But in my defense, I have already scrubbed the dreaded shower so it sparkles. I’m talking about scrubbing grout with a toothbrush…)
Yay!! Sparkling shower. How I dread bathroom cleaning.