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I’m at work right now, trying desperately to get a little caught up, but this day is just not cooperating with me. I stopped at Home Depot on the way in and picked up the items I needed to install a new, industrial strength mailbox on our existing post. The new box weighs about 25 lbs (no, really!) and that pitiful post is rated for about two, lol. That side trip went pretty well, then there was the ‘sticker shock’ of filling a 30 gallon tank - YOWZA! I’m glad it wasn’t my credit card. But, when I arrived at the office, before I had even pulled into the driveway, that my shop keys were ... wait for it ... IN THE SHOP. So, rather than give up, I drove to my dad’s house to pick up a spare set and returned to the shop fully two hours later than I had originally planned. I jumped right on the mailbox project and about 20 minutes into it the front door chimed. Total panic on my part, I though I’d locked the damn thing! I considered grabbing a big wrench before going up front and finding the ladies who clean the office peering around with big eyes. I think we gave each other a little fright - heh. We made our introductions (I rarely see them) and then went on with our separate projects. So, why, you ask am I blogging and not working. Because Rose and Ilia are putting on a show in the kitchen and it is cracking me up. They are prattling away a hundred words a minute in mix of Portuguese and Spanish (I asked) and laughing. Rose is particularly funny, mopping in her pristine tight white crop pants and mile high open toe wedges. Her cell phone is pressed firmly to one ear and she is clearly speaking both to Ilia and the person on the other end of the line. The office is filling with the smell of clean, and though I am not getting much done, it is a rather pleasant way to spend the morning.