Dust Bunnies Beware

I’m cleaning my office. The mass of papers, magazine cut outs and Equal packets have been filed or otherwise put in their place. I think the papers multiply behind my back, though, because I turned around and there was another pile to be sorted. Hmm. Anyway, I can see the top of both desks. Almost everything has been dusted. I’m working on that small pile of items with internet addresses that I had at one time or another wanted to check out. Not too surprisingly most of them are not worth while.

I still have to vacuum and there are a few short stacks of various writings to sort, but it is mostly done. Wow. I have so much space! It’s not a big room, but it seems immense right now. I strive to be one of those people who immediately deal with papers as they arrive, but sometimes the garden calls or there is a cup of coffee waiting in the other room. Those other souls must be robots to turn away from the peonies as they begin to open or to pass up coffee and conversation. Anyway, that's the story with which I'm sticking.

Have I finally gotten spring fever? Probably not. I know I just feel great being able to cross this chore off my list. Then, a cup of coffee and a wander through the garden.