Barn it!

My barn, the Siberia of the Miller Household.  Neighbor's house not included.

I'm so grateful that we have a gigantic truck.  It's full again of stuff for the dump.  Some of the stuff is out of the house, but most of it is out of the barn.

For those of you who haven't had a barn before--OMG.  They're wonderful, but they do tend to fill up.  It's very easy to get into the habit of sending things that you don't want to deal with right now to the barn.  It's sort of a Siberia for the private land owner.  "I don't know what to do with those boxes--oh, just take them to the barn for now."  "Lawnmower isn't working?  Um, put it out in the barn, we'll fix it later."  "Gah!  Stop fighting you two!! Okay, that's it, both of you, go to the barn!"  

I need to send me to the barn.  I haven't written a thing in a couple of days and I have stuff I have to get done, the main thing being finishing a couple of polishes so that I can get a couple of stories out.  Yes, I now have completed stories that could be sitting in slush piles but instead are languishing on my hard drive.  Bad Kami!  Bad!  Go to the barn and don't come back until you're ready to apologize.

Oh, wait, already did that, and I filled up my truck with boxes that I didn't want to deal with at the time.  Well, huh.  Guess I just have to say sorry, and get back to writing.  Just don't send me to the barn again!