I try to keep a trash bag right by the table, so that I can toss junk mail immediately. Catalogs get moved to the bedroom for perusing when I have a few minutes. Bills go into my briefcase to get paid when I'm at work. (unfortunately paid bills come back home to get filed and end up back on the table).

I have a cardboard magazine box for New Yorkers, and when it is full, the older half are ruthlessly taken to the reading room at work.

Plus we collect old New Yorkers like hoarders.

I'm imagining you have bon bon in a cage in your living room.

I keep everything in the mailbox until my mail person leaves me a note that he will stop delivering mail. Then I chuck it all in the garbage after fishing out my threads magazine and any personal mail.

I'm so shaky right now. Still have a fever (although it's gone down to 100.2), and am still running to the bathroom every 60-90 minutes, and I've only had a few sips of water so far today. Not interested in actual food.

Oh, man, Kathy. Poor you! Do you have anything like Gatorade around? Or broth?

I solved my problem of collecting things on my dining table by moving it to the guest room and making it my craft table. Still gets piled, but not with paperwork.

I'm imagining you have bon bon in a cage in your living room.

Oh, thank heaven, someone else went there too.

Poor Kathy, I hope you are at home, or are you still at work?

I'm imagining you have bon bon in a cage in your living room.

heh. But no, I think I'm a good decade older than she. We've got Jerry Stiller out in the garage somewhere.

I ended up not going into work at all, thank God. Just running from my bedroom or living room to the bathroom is a long enough trip, the way I'm feeling.

I think I do have some broth, or maybe some Campbells' chicken soup I can heat up a little later. I'm just not in the mood right now.