Not dead yet

Yeah, I survived Friday. Even felt good about a couple of the conversations I had with people. This weekend, I focused on flying kites at the farm with friends and their adult kids, who are also friends, and their not-adult kid, who is becoming a friend. Oh yeah, and the original friends' mom, who is also a friend. Man, four generations of friends just down the road. That's cool. Anyway, then I spent hours — lots of them &mdash cleaning my office so it can turn into a part-time guest room. KB came over and helped a bunch, then left after my blood sugar crashed (no lunch) and I pitched a fit about my desk. Thanks for the help, KB, and sorry for the drama. But after my wife talked me off the ledge, we figured out how to make the room defintely work for guests, and mostly work for me. The biggest bonus I get from this shift in my personal universe is a golden opportunity to weed out all the crap I've been holding on to "just in case" for the last ten years or so. I've got four garbage bags ready to go already, and I'm less than half-way done. Goodbye crap. I can just hear my Dad cheering... I also have before-and-after pictures to post (in a couple days, after I finish) so ya'll can marvel at the photographic evidence of occasional cleaning happening even in the furtherst reaches of the Van Beest Kingdom.