Another Friday Fly-By

It’s already after 8pm. Where has this day gone?

I slept in until 7:30 — I know, lazy butt, but I woke up in the middle of the night and thought about the Lost season finale and was disturbed all over again. That was a good one. Then I did some writing and some yoga.

Had a massage and then worked in the yard, swept out the last of the ants from the shop, did a C+ on vacuuming and now I’ve cobbled together a quickie dinner. I still haven’t gotten my act together to organize the Reno trip so here’s what we’ve got.

Remember the colleague’s messy office that he cleaned?

messy office

Here’s what it looked like when it was in my office for filing. We’ve been at the new firm for 2 years now and this is the third time I’ve done major filing. I almost always have billable work to do so I leave filing for later and then I have mountains of it. It doesn’t look as bad sitting here but that’s a lot of filing.

filing rules

I spent the entire day on Thursday just filing. You’d think it would look like I made more progress. At least the piles on the floor are gone.

life begins at filing

Part of the problem is that there is so much stuff and I’m full up. So what I need to do is archive a bunch of stuff and box it up which takes for freakin ever and/or put it outside on some shelves we have in the hallway.

filing keeps you young

Last night we did a quick store run and I bought two more tomato plants to fill out my garden. I already have two but I think one is a cherry tomato which is not my favorite and I like to have lots so I can complain about having too many and I can share and make tomato soup. I left them in the shop for planting today.

Bob was getting ready for camping this weekend and went “schwoocht!” with one of the tent poles. While I was watching Lost, Bob came in holding this plant and he said, “Sorry I hurt your plant.” He accidentally decapitated the beefsteak. I planted it anyway and stuck the head in some water just in case it reanimates.

poor mr. tomato

And for entertainment purposes: What does a Bob look like?.

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