Garbage and Mold and Yuck, Oh My!

Voicemail message from a friend: It's not healthy to study all the time, you're going to start growing mold.

Which made me think of some other mold which once grew on the ceiling of a certain dira in seminary. Which made me think about how much I love all of my friends, and how strange it is that mold can remind me of them.

(Although, when my father was a child, he used to take out the garbage, and my grandmother once told him, "when I see you, I think of garbage." So, I guess this weird obsession with the people we love and yucky things runs in the family. I'm not sure that's a good thing.)