For months I have been putting off the task of mucking out our home office. It was so deep in piles of old bills, receipts, catalogs, magazines that I wanted to read before I tossed them, workout clothes, etc. The office became our "deal with it later room." We had a path from the door to the computer and every now and again I'd clear a patch on the desk so I could pay bills. My sorry excuse for this state of affairs was my shredder had become hopelessly gummed up a few months ago. I told myself (and Charles) that I couldn't really tackle the room clean-out until I got a working shredder.
Imagine my surprise (and concern) when yesterday afternoon I heard Charles rummaging around the closet and emerging with my toolbox. This can't be a good sign. He marched straight upstairs and after an hour or so had the shredder working again! Now I had no excuse.
This morning I sat down and channelled Fawn Hall and Ollie North. Yes, I had an old fashioned Shredding Party! The shredding was cathartic, immensely satisfying and lucrative. Under a pile of bills I found a check for $156!
Happy New Year everyone! Wishing you happiness and health throughout the coming year.