Sorry, Trees.

Part two of the big home office makeover was going through all the stuff I keep in various boxes and throwing away everything I won’t ever need again. AKA a lot. And the biologist’s daughter’s conscience (i.e. mine) just had to deal with throwing away a heap of documents and papers and whatnot of a size that indicates a small forest might just have had to die for it.

Sorry, trees. They told us to take notes.