I'm Such A Slob

Look at the mess on the table.  That’s what the desk was like this morning.

Don’t you have days like this?

Before the gym, and the mammogram, it’s pick up the my endless mess so Marta can clean the house.  She comes every two weeks, and I confess that I become oblivious to my piles.  Dear Geezer isn’t half as bad as I with messes.  Then again, he picks things up before I can catch him at it. 

Not me.  I’m left with piles.  Today’s consolidation sits next to my monitor and is a foot high.  The first slip of paper has passcodes on it.  Do I need them.  I hold up the page and stare at it for a while.  Once I figure out it’s useless, the thought strikes me that cleaning this up will take a while. 

I’m such a slob.

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Life is Really in the Footnotes:

http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:

  He’s also begun a blog here on Blogger.  Gym.  Working his own queue.  Fixed dinner.  We watched both Nature and the new Shield.  Action takes over from acting, but we liked it.

Herself:  Terri’s beloved husband Dean died yesterday.  Same thing that got Paul.  It’s National Breast Cancer Month, but for me it’s also pancreatic cancer time too.  Miss-wrote a second appointment for today  instead of the 3rd.  That's the second this month.  I sure have doubts about all this.

Reading:  Need to go to the new library again.

Balance:  Love.