Morning Commute
1. The first stop on my commute is the facilities. No, I don't go in the catbox. Though in 2001, Mary and I spent two weeks in an AMC (Appalachian Mountain Club) cabin, which had no electricity and no running water. We filled a 5-gallon, plastic-toilet-seat-topped bucket with clumping kitty litter and had our own private, scoopable bathroom. It saved us a fair walk to the outhouse, which we especially appreciated in the middle of the night. PS: We had a fabulous time "roughing it" -- and our "peoplebox" was sheer luxury.
I do clean the catbox in the morning, sometimes even before I go for my coffee.
2. We don't mess around; we brew industrial amounts of java at a time. That 45-cup coffee pot looks shiny and new because it is. Our 35-cup, which is at least a quarter-century old, finally bit the dust.
The pint plastic containers to the left of the pot collect bits of compost that we transfer to our compost bin in the back yard. The bottle of red stuff to the right is Texas Pete hot sauce, which I use quite liberally, though not in my coffee. The silver stuff behind the silver pot is mylar covering the kitchen window, which reflected heat away from us during the summer.
3. Undress for success! My work clothes nowadays are either thermals (if I'm staying in) or street clothes (if I'm going out). My foot is usually not this swollen, but I took this shot after I'd been up for 17 hours straight (flex time!). As you can see, my office supplies also wear clothes.
4. The hub of my home office. My desk currently suffers from piles. It's not always this bad, but after two conventions and a flurry of emails and contract review I need to set aside some clean-up time. Generally I clean when the clutter reaches critical mass, meaning I have no place to put my coffee cup.
Morning Commute
1. The first stop on my commute is the facilities. No, I don't go in the catbox. Though in 2001, Mary and I spent two weeks in an AMC (Appalachian Mountain Club) cabin, which had no electricity and no running water. We filled a 5-gallon, plastic-toilet-seat-topped bucket with clumping kitty litter and had our own private, scoopable bathroom. It saved us a fair walk to the outhouse, which we especially appreciated in the middle of the night. PS: We had a fabulous time "roughing it" -- and our "peoplebox" was sheer luxury.
I do clean the catbox in the morning, sometimes even before I go for my coffee.
2. We don't mess around; we brew industrial amounts of java at a time. That 45-cup coffee pot looks shiny and new because it is. Our 35-cup, which is at least a quarter-century old, finally bit the dust.
The pint plastic containers to the left of the pot collect bits of compost that we transfer to our compost bin in the back yard. The bottle of red stuff to the right is Texas Pete hot sauce, which I use quite liberally, though not in my coffee. The silver stuff behind the silver pot is mylar covering the kitchen window, which reflected heat away from us during the summer.
3. Undress for success! My work clothes nowadays are either thermals (if I'm staying in) or street clothes (if I'm going out). My foot is usually not this swollen, but I took this shot after I'd been up for 17 hours straight (flex time!). As you can see, my office supplies also wear clothes.
4. The hub of my home office. My desk currently suffers from piles. It's not always this bad, but after two conventions and a flurry of emails and contract review I need to set aside some clean-up time. Generally I clean when the clutter reaches critical mass, meaning I have no place to put my coffee cup.