I have about sixteen or more boxes of processed and inventoried archival material stacked up around where I usually sit. The archivist smiled at me, knowing she had lots more still needing processing. Then we went downstairs to the back of the library, into the first floor archival storage area.

It was easier to move me downstairs than to bring the boxes up, then have to take them back down. So I'm working just off the library and sorting through a box with REALLY disorganized files. There are computers downstairs that are part of the cluster so I don't even have to go back upstairs to put the contents lists on line. However, Wednesday I shall go back upstairs to retrieve my coffee cup, coffee bags (the Folgers kind), and my bottle of water.

The tree guy came by yesterday when I wasn't home and quickly figured out which tree I was talking about. He also doesn't like the looks of the one that had my neighbor's forked tree rubbing on it. So, some time next week he'll be out with his crew and they'll get those two trees out and the debris taken away. And I will wirte him a substantial check.

I haven't seen the boy dog for three days now, and the girl dog for two. Once again I am wondering if they figured their time had come and wandered off into the woods. They turned 14 around the beginning of the year. This sounds terrible, but maybe I can hold off on drastic measures with the front porch screen.

Somebody asked why I refer to them as the boy dog and the girl dog, rather than the male and female dogs. It's probably a bit of anthropomorphization. That's the way we always referred to them, unless we used their names.

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I just had a phone call and have completely lost my train of thought. That's it for today.