Some days it’s the small things. Last night after I finished up my work and we were getting ready to put the kids to bed, I discovered this:

I sure would like to blame one of my children for it. But that jar of ink had obviously been lying there, hapless, for a good, long time. So long, in fact, that the bottom pages of my new daily to-do notebook were already dried and stuck to my desk. The fact is, my desk is such a disaster that this probably went unnoticed for several hours.

Amazingly, the only thing that was irretrievably destroyed was a reminder postcard from my eye doctor. Given that the time between my last two eye doctor appointments was seven years, I think I have about six more reminder postcards coming my way anyway. Of course, the bottom pages of my daily to-do notebook contained my last few days of to-do progress, so that is also lost to the ages, but I’m keeping the other inky pages as a reminder of the event.

And, even more amazingly, this is what happened after I spent the rest of the evening managing the ink spill:

My desk hasn’t been this clean in MONTHS! Quite exciting.* I see, faintly, in a fuzzy-distant-horizon sort of way that my life could be much less crazy.

Check in in a few weeks and I’ll let you know how my desk is doing.

*It occurs to me that it sure would be nice if this was how big oil dealt with their oil spills. Alas, no.