I get lazy in the winter. How about you? I've been reminded lately that some of the junk on the stairs is mine, and my office is filling up fast. There are piles of papers and assorted books that seemed to have been just dropped any old place on my desk. There are clothes, mostly sport jackets, worn and then unceremoniously just tossed aside. Do I really want to attempt to maneuver the 10 jackets or so into that tiny cape upstairs closet? Added to the mix, are summer wear left over from that brief sojourn south. And yes, there are papers. Information I'll probably never need, but am reminded that I must keep organized. That, my friends, seems but an alien word to me. I try. I really do. This weekend, I'm gonna lock myself in there and do some significant 'damage'. Let's see. Today is Wednesday at 5:50 AM. Yes, this weekend, I'll get it done, unless of course some other important job is thrown my way, like chopping some kindling, or there's an Indiana basketball game on, or my camera cries for some 'action' or a spring training game is on, or... Don't worry, I'll think of something!