If there were a mountain a thousand miles wide and a thousand miles long and a thousand miles high and, once every thousand years, a little bird flew to the mountain to sharpen its beak…

…then that mountain would be shrinking fast enough to cost environmentalists sleep, compared to the speed with which my backlog of paperwork at work is diminishing.

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