Time to Move On

I woke up early this morning, left my wife slumbering, and went to this place for a solo breakfast. I love Pete's Cafe. It's my kind of diner. The food is just OK, but the waitresses are all in their fifties or better and they're all crusty but friendly.

After breakfast, and after spending some time wading through boxes upon boxes of crap, I rented this pickup truck so I could take things over to our office's storage facility nearby. The truck is huge. Four doors. Actually very roomy and comfortable. If it weren't for the fact that it probably drinks enormous amounts of fuel, I'd consider it an option to replace The Bastard when the time comes. But no, it's too big and gas-thirsty.

This is just a piece of what's left to give to the shredding company when they visit on Wednesday. They'll shred all of our documents that need shredding (we've already taken a huge volume of paper to the recycling center...used the big black truck for that duty today). When it's all done, it will be like we just opened up our company and have very little paper to weigh us down.