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By the Power of Greyskull!! (I will clean my desk)
Thursday, October the 6th at 9:25 PM in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Five (7 years, 7 months ago)
 
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y desk has attained a degree of cruftiness (don't look it up, if it exists I'll be as surprised as you) that would lend itself well to an archaeological dig. I noted the near operation-room cleanliness of Sally's brother's home office in a recent post of his, and realized I possess none of his organizational motivations.
My computer is suffering similarly to my desk, so I posted some pictures that have been clogging up the electronic hallways and stairwells of that device. The photos du jour include bull riding, feline vanity , and whatever else I scrape off the hard drive.
Also I managed to upload a few local road trips, including a trip to the Lincoln Museum and over to Washington to see my parent's lovely Hornet Nest.
All of this activity means I'm mostly caught up on photos, which is good. I expect to have a chunk of new ones in about 2 weeks. I got word earlier this week that there was an opening on a trip down to New Orleans to help out a few churches that our church is acquainted with. They were destroyed by the hurricanes, and need some help tearing down and cleaning up what's left. I'm glad I get the chance to go see things in person and be witness to a bit of the recovery effort. The circumstances that made the trip possible are dire. Hopefully we can do something useful with our time.
This trip will also be my first extended time away from "the little lady." I'm not too excited by that, nor is she (though I did hear her ordering a keg for the night I'm leaving...). I'm not thrilled to be abandoning work, either, but things have calmed down a bit. I've ordered some new camera batteries to make sure all my equipment is running as expected. I'm still trying to convince myself that taking the camera down there isn't ghoulish or disrespectful.

 
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