I am staring right now at six—count ‘em, six—okay, you can’t count them because you can’t see them, but trust me, SIX—empty tissue boxes waiting to be flattened for recycling.

Which boxes might lead one rightly to conclude:

Firstly, that we all have head colds.
Secondly, that mayhaps I ought to invest in handkerchiefs.

And lastly (though I suppose this isn’t really a conclusion at all), why have I not yet flattened those suckers and recycled them? What the heck am I waiting for? An even TEN tissue boxes?

And extra-lastly, that apparently head colds result in affected writing styles. For which I do thusly apologize. I’ll be over it soon.