Musing on clean starts.

Musing on clean starts.

I’m standing in my underwear.  

Not really. But this is one of those bare-all posts when people photograph themselves in their skivvies and proceed on a month long starvation and exercise binge.  

My desk.

Doesn’t look so bad from afar but when I sit down and look to my left to see….  

Those M&Ms aren’t mine. They landed there because my daughter was screaming that everyone was eating her candy. That pile of paper. It’s just exhausting to look at it. 

And it looks like another roll of innocent mailing tape

came to rest here after dying at the hands of my seven year old. 

Then to the right…  

This loveliness.  

Ruth Bearden there lies your Christmas letter. It is sitting there to remind me to email you to tell you how much I enjoyed it. I actually did that 10 days ago.

Letters from charities I’d like to send a little money, notes to myself that go unread, a Southern Living from June 2002 (I remember why that is in here, though I used it over a month ago) 

 A book on “how to write the perfect book proposal” suffocates under a dictionary.  

Wonder why I haven’t got very far with that?

I am sparing you the really scary stuff at my feet. (And unbelievably I’m not talking about my feet themselves.) Why, you cleaners ask. Why, would someone operate like this?  

How does someone operate like this is the better question.

In a week, this will all be gone. With pictures. I promise. 

Okay, January 11.