I had planned on an entirely different post this week. I was going to be ensconced in my freshly-painted, freshly-floored office with all my bits and pieces sorted out and neatly arranged, calmly typing out my pithy post.

The best laid plans and all that . . .

Somehow, despite the fact The Dude, who has done yeoman work boxing up his effluvia that was in the office, the stuff I had in the office has expanded exponentially since I moved it out of the office.

I’m at a loss to explain the rapidly multiplying crap. It’s like “The Trouble with Tribbles.” I leave the room where the stuff is temporarily housed and when I return, there’s more stuff. Is the stuff having wild rumpy pumpy while I’m out of the room? Is being freed from its confinement in the office making it multiply like crazed weasels? And is the stuff doing this via single-celled division or is it getting it on Barry White style?

I’ve been standing in my office with a glazed look on my face trying to figure out where the burgeoning stuff is going to live now. And every time I’m in the office debating placement, the stuff is screwing like bunnies and popping out new stuff with alacrity. Is there a stuff contraceptive foam? I could just give it a good hosing down and maybe get a couple of hours jump on it.

So, I have nothing wonderful or even marginally clever for this week. And now I’m going to go back to figuring out where the stuff is going to be placed. And how it has managed to quadruple since I started this post.