Cut off the paper head of one paper hydra, and five more paper heads will grow in its papery place.

I'm trying to defeat the growing mountains of catalogues and tax forms and notes-to-self and to-be-answered-correspondence around here, but it's looking to be a never-ending battle.

I managed to give the boy a jolly good laugh last night by wistfully mentioning "if the living room was ever uncluttered enough for non-family company..." The only place without paperwork of some kind is the bathroom.

Oh, well. I'll keep plugging away between now and Memorial Day.