Here's a little known fact about my colleagues: We're slobs.

It's a matter of pride, it seems. We get reams of paper coming into the newsroom every day. Most of it never leaves. We work through lunch a lot. Some of the meal remnants stay for the party as well. Some of the piles on some of the desks (Pam!!) could literally be measured with yardsticks.

At one point, health inspectors hit the Journal Star. And the newsroom was singled out as a serious health and fire hazard. Most of us cleaned up. We were ordered to. Since then, there's been a little backsliding. It's pretty much back to normal.

I always figured when I saw the note on the board telling us to clean our desks that the sale would have reached the stage where prospective buyers would be paraded through.

It's up. And it says those people in suits could be coming in as early as today. This should be interesting.