Nothing makes bill paying more interesting than a good shot of Nyquil before shuffling through the accumulated detritus generated by living in a consumer society.

One of the things I love about going through envelopes unmolested through three months of financial agida is shredding the contents.  What once appeared to be debt three-fold is now reduced to one third it's original volume! I grow richer by the moment.  The petite bill basket no longer bulges with a few weeks worth of work needing to be performed to pay the piper his due.

And then there's the joy of discovering that what I thought were bills were really scraps of paper from my research for the course I procrastinated.Things become clearer and the prospect of writing out bills on Thursday becomes more easily reckoned with a clearer desk.

My head continues to be invaded by mucous.  I've no longer a concern with cement like boogers- now it's the rug burn on my upper lip that reeks havoc with my sense of accommodation tonight.  This too, shall pass.

Blessings abound