( Fear and loathing, behind the cut. Caution: grumbling ensues. )Still. Today's shopping was a box of C4. Not the plastic explosive, no: in this context, it's a size of envelope. And with 250 of them, it'll probably see me out.
No, I mean that. These are the envelopes that I used to post my stories in, and what with SAEs included, I would have gone through 250 in easily less than a year. Six months, maybe. These days? With e-mail my own default position and increasingly the default for submissions also, I won't use 25 in a year. Some years, I might not use ten. And that's only going to go one way, here on in.
Similarly I bought a box of a thousand business-letter white envelopes, maybe ten years ago. Just about the time that e-mail did indeed become my default position. I've probably still got eight hundred of them, and will certainly die with the box not empty. Oddly, I find that kind of comfortable. It's the hoarder in me: I am actually, unequivocally sorted for envelopes.