A filing wizard I ain't!
I have overnight guests coming this weekend and that means I had to make ready the bed in the guest room. The guest room is where I also keep the desk from which I pay bills and that sort of unpleasant task, preferring to keep that stuff separate from the "real office." I've used the double bed in there to "file" papers, receipts, statements, etc. It's so convenient to just put them there in relatively orderly piles according to their classification.
Well, this afternoon I swallowed my towering distaste and waded into it. Like an archeologist sifting layer after layer of cultural detritus I soldiered on. It's done now, accompanied by my usual hypocritical vow of "Never again!" Looks pretty good, too, I must admit. I can glance in from the hall and see a nice clean bed with an attractive quilt, a reading light on the nightstand, and lovely fluffy pillows. There's even a Carl Goes Shopping book on the nightstand in case they need uplifting reading matter.
I don't know where I got my distaste for filing chores. It may be DNA-dictated. I'd make a New Year's resolution on the subject but I'm not naive.
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