About two months ago I sliced a tomato in half.
One half was used to add color, flavor, and valuable nutrients to a sandwich.
The other was deposited in a small Tupperware container, stuck in the door of my fridge and promptly forgotten.
A few weeks ago, while reaching for my block of Parmesan cheese, I was reacquainted with the existence of this half-a-tomato, if it can still be called that.
I didn't take a close look. I know that it can't be pretty.
I also know that eventually I will have to pull the small Tupperware out of the door of my refrigerator and deal with the now-putrid food product therein. But for some reason I'm putting it off. I can't really explain why. I know that I can't win.
Unless I move.