It’s noon here, and I’m calling an official halt to any more housecleaning for the day.
When you are a little bit behind in the old housekeeping department, it’s hard to stop once you get one area clean. But I decided I wanted to live to clean another day, so I blew the whistle on myself.
The garden is in much the same shape as the inside of the house, which just makes matters more pressing, but I’m trying to pace myself.
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I’m sure you know
what I think of your
strategy, don’t you?
Umm, yeah, pretty much. But contrary to what you MAY have been told, *I* am the boss of me.
(Well, well, aren’t we particularly delusional today...)
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
So anyway, the parts of the house that I HAVE cleaned are shiny. The sheets and dog beds and throw rugs and carpets are fluffy, and as clean as washing machines and vacuum cleaners can get them. I even mopped floors, a red letter day!
Now, I’m going to go play with yarn. Or watercolors. Or both. . . not at the same time mind you, but playing will commence shortly.
Right after I boot The Hen out to her own coop where she can mind her own dang business for a while.
( ....
Hup!
You too, ( ). Pack yourself off to the bookshelf and find something to punctuate.
I’m takin’ the rest of the day off.