November 21st, 2005

Whale fluke

Packrat, thy name is Chris

I noticed this morning that a paper bag I use for gathering newspapers-to-be-recycled is from a supermarket I probably haven't been to in five, maybe six years.

Sometimes I think the story of my life since January '01 is weeding out things so I wouldn't have (as George Carlin said) "Too much schtuff." Then this. Oy.

But that bag: it's still useful. So that's better.