Daily 15 Minutes

[the_other_sandy]

I seem to have inherited this disease from my mother wherein I can't see a clean, flat surface without wanting to pile something on it. Today's 15 minutes were spent on the piles of paper on the dining room table. I got to the bottom of one pile, which means that 1/6 of the actual surface of the table is visible.

And I had to take the trash out again. I normally fill up one trash bag a week, but I'm up to two since Friday. I'll just call it progress.