The Blogging Pit

All I did today was drive people around and take pictures of trees.

I did take one non-tree picture, but it was just a shot of the empty storefronts at the beginning of Chandler Street. When I got home this afternoon, though, I really didn't want to get into it.

Each day when I get home (after a bite to eat), this is where I go...

This is where the blog is formulated, mixed, kneaded, allowed to rise, and ultimately posted from every day. This is the one place in the house where I am unable to nod off for a nap.

I can sit here for hours on end, writing.

Kathy yells out, "Bye!" from the front room when she hears the cellar door open.

Of course, there's an item that's forever on the Honey-Do List... clean up the cellar.

After yesterday's little water backup onto the cellar floor, another few square feet of floor space got cleaned off and swept up. But the collection of junk surrounding my operating position in the Blogging Pit, on the other side of the cellar, is going to require a serious investment of time.

Sometimes I look at it from the perspective of someone who's never seen it and think that maybe I should straighten it out. But then I decide to put it off.

By showing it here, though, maybe there'll be enough genuine revulsion aimed my way (in the invisible world of thoughts and emotions) that I'll have no choice but to start cleaning up the mess.

Of course, I can't do anything about it this evening.