I got the urge to simplify again this week.

Captain Kirk with TribblesIt’s an urge that seldom lasts long enough for me to completely carry through.

It tends to strike when the piles of papers lying around on every horizontal surface get deep enough that they start falling on the floor. The cats walk across things and away they go.

My first impulse is to pick up the whole stack and toss it into the recycling bin. But I can’t. There is probably the one bit of paper I’ll need later in the whole pile. So I have to go through each one.

By the time I get to the end of the second pile I’ve had enough.

The urge dies.

The papers regenerate. Proliferate.

I think the Star Trek episode about the tribles was a metaphor for papers.