Not that kind of year-end round-up

CATS, in the society of trees, and the word from Everest

My friends and family know I have some, er, hoarder instincts. It took moving apartments to dump my stacks of magazines dating back to 2014. (In my defense, those stacks of magazines had been upcycled, as it were, into the legs of our DIY shoe rack, and so served a purpose for years.)

But I have a similar problem with email. Everytime something lands in …

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