I accidently spent the morning cleaning my desk.  I was looking for something I brought to Florida from Port Orchard and couldn’t find it.  With no other option I started sorting through the stacks of papers, letters that need to be answered and other assorted piles atop my desk.  I’m basically an organized person . . . or I used to think so until I discovered the January letter I meant to answer last . . . January.  Oh, and there was a receipt Wayne tore the house apart looking for.  (He must have given it to me for safekeeping.)  I unearthed a recipe I’ve been meaning to try, too.  I will get writing again once I can find the top of my desk, and, unfortunately, that might take a while.