Like the cartoon? Good. I’m not talking about that today. Today I’m talking about life’s largest pain in the butt. Moving. No, I’m not moving from the paper or Fredericksburg. I’m moving from one office to another. And I gotta scold myself, for I am the world’s biggest pack rat. I don’t intend to keep this stuff…it just stays for some reason. It’s surprising what you find when you don’t throw anything away for eight years. First, I’m thinking I need to dust a Hell of a lot more. I have found about 48 pens that don’t work. I have found a dozen manila folders with nothing in ‘em. I found a letter from an ex girlfriend where she writes she’s praying for my soul. I found a couple “I love your work” letters and about a trillion “I hope you die” letters. I also found the resolution from the Spotsy Board of Supervisors saying they’re “displeased” with a cartoon. I’m framing that. I found two headphones that don’t work. I found a digital clock radio that keeps time four seconds for every second or something like that…it’s fast. I found an Ole Miss mug with a lid that contained what looks like an 8 year old green alien life form. I found a book from 1999 belonging to my editor with a note saying “Hey Clay…I trust you with this. I want it back”.
I think I’m going to keep this up for about another hour then quit for the day….and draw a cartoon.