Missives from the 6th Floor

My office (our office, really, as we're sharing a room again after having separate offices in the last house) is a constant tug-of-war. The clutter advances insidiously, claiming more and more ground (desk), until one day it gets my attention and I launch a blitzkrieg, driving it back to the proverbial Maginot line.

I should stop with the metaphors, shouldn't I?

Anyway, I picked up a scanner, again with the probably unrealistic intent of scanning (some of) our pre-digital photos. It arrived today, which posed the problem of finding sufficient desk space.

Fortunately, Dawnise is on the island with friends at the annual girls' night out.

After an hour and a half of mostly shuffling deck chairs on the titanic (I've switched to cliche's), I'm feeling like it's time to really go through my office, and closet, and purge a bunch of crap I no longer want/need/care about.

I have too much crap.