I really liked the houses that were buried in snow. Today’s images are from my train trip from Oslo to Bergen.
Think I have about worked the jetlag gig long enough. I attended to all of my essential record-keeping, accounting, bill paying, etc chores today. This is a wreckage of the future thing – but – I think that my tax stuff might not have made it to the CPA’s office. I put it in the mail before I left for Norway. Not I big deal. But it would be a major pain in the butt to have to get it all together again. But, this is wreckage of the future. I didn’t want to ask the tax guy about it until I was ready to deal with a possible “No, we didn’t receive anything from you” response. Tomorrow, I will ask.
As usual, when I come back from a trip I am amazed at how much STUFF I have. Stuff. Piles of it. Stuff that doesn’t really add anything to the quality of my life. I ask myself. OK, suppose I don’t wake up tomorrow morning… What’s going to happen to all this STUFF? Well, someone, will come and send it all to the dump, the Asylum’s “What Not Shop”, or the Goodwill. So, why don’t I get rid of some of it now?
I will do something with clothes. I have clothes for a life that I don’t live anymore. I have clothes that are really not age-appropriate. (Even with my very liberal age-appropriate meter.) I have clothes that I am keeping for “just in case”.
The state of Virginia seems to have discovered that I had been out of the country. Who knew? And they sent me an email suggesting that today would be a fine day for a Covid test. Since the Old Bat Cave is well supplied with Covid tests, I tested myself and am still negative.
