Dame Dreary Day…

It is a dreary, rainy day here at Totem Hall, which means that really I have nothing better to do than to roll up my sleeves and tackles loads upon loads of paperwork.

There is the coffee…

I find it so strange how much paper gets pushed about in this electronic age of ours.  For some reason, I remember promises made by the powers to be that things would be different.  No matter, invoices must be sorted, taxes filed, forms filled, balances balanced.

Paper scattered…

Paper not scattered…

Of course, when all this shuffling and filing and crumpling get to be too much, I can always tuck in for a nice winter’s nap.

Hmmm…