Just when I thought I'd gotten rid of our ridiculous mountain of class notes, the Yaffa block emergeth. Ha. Remember Yaffa blocks? College. I still have to weigh it on its way out, but it was approximately something I never want to pick up again in my life. I'm not cheating, claiming it as already purged, though. It's sitting in the designated zone of "heavy crap for husband to recycle," commonly referred to as HCHR. It's a thing. Look it up.