Scattered scraps of paper memories

This weekend I had the unenviable task of cleaning up my side of the bed.

Really, it wasn’t too monumental of a task, though you probably couldn’t tell it by the put upon sigh I let loose after my wife informed me of what we would be doing. She was tending to her side and I would tend to my own.

For me, the bulk of the work lay in going through stacks of unopened mail, old paperwork, little notes, receipts and the countless other bits of paper a packrat like myself inevitably accrues as he navigates this paperchase we call modern life.