A very 3am thought

I've been dismally failing to make one post per week recently, and had been meaning to try and get in the habit of posting some shorter / (even) more trivial things to get back in the habit.

So, it occurred to me tonight that my socks are somewhat like leap years:

My socks go in the blue laundry pile, unless they're Muppet socks, in which case they go in the general pile, except for Gonzo, who *does* go in the blue pile.

You see what I mean?