Once a year I attempt to organize my paperwork. This year it's gotten away from me again. I threaten with colored file folders and fashion labels. I get special boxes for hanging files. This time I got a stick and hurled epithets, even some of those I learned at logging camp. Finally, I realized that I'm retired now. I don't have to give a rat's patootie anymore. I made tea & sat down...the papers lay down quietly with an occasional riffling sound. It works for me.
