If so I feel bad for what I did this week. If not, I may carry on after all.

You see, Lindsey and I were cleaning out our closets this week — you know, out with the old in with the new. We live in an 1,100 square foot penthouse condo.

But rather than drive 10 minutes to the nearest thrift story to donate six bags of clothes and a bag of old shoes (which I have done all my life), I was lazy and trashed the used apparel in our complex dumpster.

I’m not sure if I offended mother nature by the act, but surely clothes need to go to a terrestrial grave at some point. Or maybe not.