The Doctor and I are in a mad dash to pack up our house by the time our movers get here, so my “column” this Thursday is pretty much going to be a cop-out. But I thought I would insert this random gripe… how is it possible that we receive so much mail these days? We’ve seen the grim effects of this excess of mail in exaggerated form the last few days, because the Doctor pretty much hasn’t dealt with any of his junk mail for the last several years. That is, he’ll pitch certain things in the trash, but the ones that need to be shredded normally get dropped somewhere to be “dealt with later.” So this week we’ve felt as though we must be in a Mail Nightmare… every box or closet or drawer we open seems to be filled with papers that need to be shredded. He’s spent literally hours doing this, and taken out multiple trash bags filled with the shreddings. I joked that, if our neighbors notice this, they’re sure to conclude that we’re laundering money or something.

There’s got to be a way to blame this on modernism somehow!

Sorry, that’s all for tonight. Here’s me officially signing out for the last time from my home in Tennessee.