“I don’t mind telling a dark side.”
Clint Eastwood
There is a place so scary, that I am barely able to say its name. A place so dark and full of very bad things.
I had to go in there today, yes I am talking about under my desk. I had a speaker malfunction and had to go look.
The dust monsters attacked but I managed to subdue them and forced them into a plastic bag with other unspeakable things.
Then there was the washing of the floor, with ammonia where a stowaway cat had left a puddle and much worse. My regular office cats are very well-behaved and always use the litter box.
Every once in a while one of the others infiltrate the office. It seems they feel compelled to leave proof.
It is not a fun job. It involves laying down on the floor, face close to the terrible things while cleaning them up.
That was my job today, it took precedent over chopping wood. Only because the temps are warm. This coming weekend heavy snow and the cold temps are coming back.
That’s it for now… my injuries are dictating my actions.
