Finally, a clean office...

The mind is another thing, of course!

Stayed at the office until after 7 p.m., sorting, tossing, re-arranging, and scrubbing. Finally, the office is clean. Zelda Rubenstein has nothing on me. I'm sure there will be some in shock tomorrow morning as they walk past. I would love to be there, hidden from view, as the spazzos drift in. The first thing they will likely notice is that faint bleach smell. I used Clorox cleaner on the hard surfaces. Now Tom's office always has that smell, but not mine. Right, Tom? Anyway, then the spazzos will follow their noses, look in, and their jaws will drop in amazement. Don't give me too much credit. No deep bows from this boy. Most of the knick-knacks, all of my toys that I use to help control the A.D.D., are in a moving box safely stuffed under my desk. Still within easy reach if I ever feel the need. I'm not stupid!