So as you may remember I was leaving last week to give a retreat to our third year seminarians (which for me was a lot of fun and I believe that none of them will need much therapy in the future for my efforts) It was out in the middle of nowhere and whereas I had better phone reception there than I do in the rectory, there was no computer hook up and so I could not keep up with the blog. (Also not a bad thing - that helped keep me focused.)
It is part of my general strategy to have my desk cleaned off before I go. I get that from my mother who had to have the house spotless before we went on vacation. If I get it all cleaned off, so the theory goes, then it won't be so horrible when I return.
Or so I thought. But there was one little post it note that I missed that was partially hidden from sight hanging over the side of the in box as it was. Here is a still close up taken from the security cameras that you might have missed above.
Like kittens or puppies they look so cute and innocent at this stage. But then like bed bugs they start multiplying.
It isn't enough. They are like the demons from Mathew 12:45, "Then it goes and takes with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that man is worse than the first. That is how it will be with this wicked generation."
But the stick ems are only the beginning of the problem. The mail moves in like the mafia and starts organizing the malefactors.
Soon they have transformed themselves into a hideous monster wreaking havoc and terror in the office.
Or so you think.
What is that blue glow behind you?
Don't turn around.
Run like the dickens.
And don't look back!