This morning started with me just innocently moving stuff around in my office.
I picked up what I thought was the SSD that I use for my Time Machine backups, but then looked across the room and saw another one that looked exactly the same. The other one was my backup disk. The one in my hand turned out to be one that contained a bunch of my dad's backups from 8 or 9 years ago.
Theres about 300GB of nothing very interesting. Well, maybe there's something really interesting in there, but it's not labelled "VERY INTERESTING STUFF - IF YOU'RE LOOKING AT THIS AFTER I'M DEAD, LLOYD, YOU'LL REALLY LIKE THIS OR FIND IT USEFUL".
If only there were a way of composting all this stuff, to throw it on a heap and naturally create something fertile to feed new stuff with. I've already got plenty of my own silly scripts to do things nobody else will want to do when I'm gone.