Today, I’m trapped in a swamp of paperwork, up to my neck in cellulose quicksand.
It’s my worst nightmare.
I have good reason but it’s a long and boring story, not fit for public consumption and should be constrained to courtrooms, back rooms and hospital business offices.
I believe that congressmen, should they get to heaven, will have to fill out a mountain of paperwork before they are allowed past the pearly gates. Paperwork purgatory. That’s my solution. Seems right.
In the meantime, I’m confined to my own paperwork bog today. I’m set on draining this swamp, environmentalists forewarned, because it’s no teeming wetland or alligator habitat.
Unfortunately, the lock on my mailbox doesn’t keep the mail out. The swamp keeps refilling. I guess I’d better cope and soldier on.
Once more into the breach, shredder growling, garbage bags flying. Only patience, persistence and courage will free me.
It’s hard to believe that this is what love looks like.
But that’s the only thing keeping me inside today.
