Yesterday after my beloved went out to do chores. . .
I went for my walk and then went to my office to get some work done.
At the end of the month .. .
there are bills to pay and reciepts to organize and staple to their bills.
Things were all fine and dandy until my stapler ran out of staples.
Can you find the staples in my drawer above?
I couldn't either.
I did find this note though . . .
Hmmm. . .
I recognize that handwriting.
It isn't mine.
After lunch I ran to town and found a drawer organizer with movable boxes.
An hour later. . .
I put the note in a spot where I could easily see it . . .
and I went back to blogging.
On the weekend Stuart spent an afternoon setting up my new desk top computer.
The old one sounded like a freight train. . ..
the screen flickered like a neon sign. . .
and every time I attempted to load a picture. . .
it took a fit.
I'm good to go. .
It's all good here in the bungalow.