The Homestead

After three days of being stuck in the house sick as a dirty politician, I am literally going insane. I’d just like you to know that I care about you so much, if you could use an extra lung, there’s one right here I have coughed up. It may not make the flight to Russia or Sydney, but if you’re in the states, there are possibilities.

I’m feeling a lot better today, and tomorrow I might even be able to venture out in public again for a short trip.

I worked all day today remotely and was actually able to get some things done. Feeling like purging was my strong suit after exhausting nearly an entire box of Kleenex on this never ending supply of mucus, I decided to go all the way. I permanently deleted over 17,000 e-mails from my deleted box.

Yes, to our IT guys’ dismay, I was using the “delete” folder as a storage file of sorts that I could always refer to for those “see, that IS what you said” e-mails that must be sent months after the fact.

Although I felt a little sick to my stomach hitting that delete button, it was liberating as hell.

Working from home, I’ve also solved a new post-Christmas mystery. We stuck one of those window bird feeders to the office window just to the right of my computer, and each day when we got home, it had been knocked down. Probably squirrels. And confirming our suspicions today….

Flanders is justifiably pissed that I have shared this with you. She still doesn’t understand the lack of justice in a situation pitting a piece of glass and screen between her and her natural prey.

[Beyond the kayaks, you may notice that obnoxious rain barrel which is now spilling over into a new fishing hole.]

I hope you’re all healthy where you are. This strain of disgusting bronchitis is making its rounds here for sure.

The final resting place for all of my used Kleenex? I’m so glad you asked. They're in the huge bag of old bank statements I finally shredded and cleared from filing cabinets at home. You never can be too cautious about keeping thieves away from your things.