It’s the day after Christmas, and as I sit here writing, I’m acutely aware of a vast ocean of rubbish surrounding me. If you’re a bit of a neat-freak like me, then perhaps you can empathize when I say that the experience is, shall we say… slightly uncomfortable. Everything strewn about, and not a single bit of it organized in any particular way.
When it comes to the aftermath of the holidays, a bit of chaos is to be expected. After all, most of the boxes, paper, and empty liquor bottles that helped make your parents more tolerable, are going to be discarded anyway. But what about
