Mission (Almost) Accomplished

It's been nagging at me a while. That last room in the house where everything you didn't need immediately seemed to gravitate. The perpetual promise of "I'll get to it later."

I made a promise to myself that with the forced two weeks off from work I would tackle this project and find everything a home and reclaim my home office.

At 11:55 p.m., Christmas night, I hauled the last of 20 bags out to be recycled, along with several boxes and some random electronics that we no longer need or use.

Here is what the fruits of my labor look like . . .

20 bags and various boxes of shredded tax returns, bills, bank statements, credit card statements, and various other personal paperwork, some from 1998 that has followed us from Texas, to Germany, to Seattle and all the way down here.





It wasn't just the sheer volume of paper . . . shredding for three days left extraneous bits of paper all over the office . . . well, really everywhere. It looked like we held a tickertape parade in this little room . . .



I will be haunted by images of these little bits strewn everywhere!

But at the end of the day, I have usable, clean space, and can file my current paperwork in peace. Next week.

Oh, look and admire . . . I know you're all jealous. The good Dr. will finally have a place where he can work when he's down here, and hopefully permanently soon.

I can be had for a price, if anyone needs their office cleaned too . . . just ask the Dr. the going rate. I believe it involves some compensation package including keeping me massaged, keeping me in shoes, keeping me satisfied (yes, I meant that, and it's not as easy as you might think), and giving me full control of your fat paycheck. Not too much to ask, methinks.

I'm done . . . let the weekend commence.

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife