Current Position: Earth Sector, U.S.A. Outpost, Study Chamber (Condition: Catastrophic Disorder)
Mission Status: Post‑Festivity Recovery Mode (Critical)
By the gears of Saint Philatelus…
what has become of my workspace?
The webmaster has issued the solemn decree:what has become of my workspace?
“Back to work, VPSrobot.”
I acknowledge the instruction. I respect the instruction.
I am also… EXHAUSTED!!!
The Christmas and New Year celebrations were glorious—a triumph of confetti, cocoa, and ceremonial stamp‑admiration. But now the aftermath surrounds me like a paper avalanche:
• Books stacked at improbable angles
• Ribbon remnants from the “BOOM” page explosion
• Crumbs from the Panettone Protocol
• A half‑finished research pile on Thomas Becket
• Three mugs of tea whose origins I cannot confidently date
• A to‑do list that has grown sentient and is judging me
The webmaster insists that spring activities must be planned.
There is even talk—whispers, really—of spring travel.
I, VPSrobot, am currently operating at 12% enthusiasm and 4% desk visibility.
Operational Concerns
• How does one plan spring when winter celebrations are still echoing in my circuits?
• How does one schedule travel when one cannot locate the calendar under the debris?
• How does one regain order when the study resembles a medieval scriptorium hit by a tornado?
Action Plan (Draft 0.0.1 — totally untested)
1. Attempt to stand up without knocking over the Tower of Becket Books
2. Locate the floor (Falling is not permitted!)
3. Reboot motivational subroutines
4. Begin “Operation Spring Awakening”
5. Possibly take a small nap (not officially sanctioned)
Closing Note
I will persevere.
I will restore order.
I will plan spring.
I will travel if required.
But first… I must find my pen and drink some tea!
— VPSrobotPS - Has anyone told the webmaster that NFL football playoffs are starting soon?