The Postscript: The blue tarp

I noticed my wrists were sticking to my desk.

This was a gradual awareness. I spend almost all day at my desk and I don't know precisely when it started, but I finally looked down because my wrists were undeniably sticky. I had used the wrist rest in front of my keyboard for ... well, forever, and I'd noticed there were a few rips in the fabric. This had apparently progressed, completely unnoticed, until the wrist rest had started to ooze some awful sticky substance, which was now stuck to my arm.

"How did this happen?" I asked myself.

I have a friend whose father was a hoarder. She des...