I have been laughing and telling people how Ken was a pack rat – not that I am not one – and how just now, over a year after his death I was down to the last five rolls of toilet paper he had bought. It did not fit in the closet, but was piled on the upper floor by a shelf. As the Japanese would say, a toilet paper yama (mountain).
Yesterday at the co-op I saw this package of toilet paper deeply discounted. And I bought it. Was I carrying on for Ken or is my true nature coming out?!