Busy Signal

My brother flew into Memphis last weekend for the football game. On the drive from the airport, as we were nearing my house, we spotted some packing peanuts floating onto the McLean.

That litter is my life.

The packing peanuts came from a box that's in my carport. The box, part of the haul I mentioned in the last post, was too heavy for me to carry into the house, so I unpacked it in the carport. And that is where the now-empty box remains. The dishes from the gumbo I made last Sunday are still in the sink, and the bills I've received remain unpaid.

And so it goes. I've been extra-busy at work, and there's little letting-up until Christmas. No projects, no-how.

A little part of me thinks I could sneak something in.