Good Lord!
I don't know about you, but I don't really clean house during the Christmas season. I use all those Christmas decorations and the tree, even the Christmas lights, as a reason to believe that housecleaning would be complicated so I forgo everything but the bare minimum: doing the laundry and keeping the kitchen clean.
Well, now that Christmas is over and all of the decorations are down (and the tree is almost down), I have a really clear view of how filthy my house is!!! Crap!! And I'm way too busy to clean it right now. Mostly it's carpeting that needs vacuuming all over the place. Well, the carpeting is all over the place and all of it needs vacuuming. I mean, multiply living with a cat times 3. And multiply that times a month without vacuuming and you, too, will want to scream.
If you're interested in cleaning my house at absolutely no charge to me whatsoever, please let me know. Otherwise, I will be forced to clean it myself and I really, really don't have time for that this entire month... Aaaarrrgh!
The novel revisions are moving along at quite a clip, though, and I have found time to study my French every day. And workout at the club. And study my Science of Mind stuff twice a day. Take stock of the general well-being of my reality at every imaginable moment, etc. I am absolutely fucking exhausted. When is it going to stop? Ever?
I even made sure to go outside at 6 AM this morning and try to see the meteor shower but it was to no avail. I didn't see a single shooting star. I saw a heck of a lot of non-shooting stars, though. It was quite a clear & beautiful sky this morning. However, it was fucking freezing out -- 16 degrees F., snow everywhere, and I was still in my jammies & slippers. Since I live on a busy street and people were already out & driving to work, I figured that seeing me, dressed like that, staring up at the sky in the pitch dark & snow & freezing cold-- well, those people would probably think I was nuts (I am nuts, but the key is to not have people grasp this so readily), so I came indoors before seeing any of those splendid shooting stars.
I don't know. Shooting stars are good luck, aren't they? Are they only good luck when you actually see them? Can't they be lucky even if you don't actually see them but you know that they are there? I need a serious truckload of good luck to survive 2008, gang, the jury is totally in on that one, so here's hoping... (and, no, I didn't go outside in PJs at 6 AM in hopes that my luck would improve by seeing one of those shooting stars. I went out there to try to glimpse the magnificence of all that splendor and, well, plain old reality at that hour was actually splendid enough.)
Okay. I have quite the day ahead of me here, gang, so I must get crackin'. Have a splendid Friday wherever you're at, and thanks for visiting! See ya.
Well, now that Christmas is over and all of the decorations are down (and the tree is almost down), I have a really clear view of how filthy my house is!!! Crap!! And I'm way too busy to clean it right now. Mostly it's carpeting that needs vacuuming all over the place. Well, the carpeting is all over the place and all of it needs vacuuming. I mean, multiply living with a cat times 3. And multiply that times a month without vacuuming and you, too, will want to scream.
If you're interested in cleaning my house at absolutely no charge to me whatsoever, please let me know. Otherwise, I will be forced to clean it myself and I really, really don't have time for that this entire month... Aaaarrrgh!
The novel revisions are moving along at quite a clip, though, and I have found time to study my French every day. And workout at the club. And study my Science of Mind stuff twice a day. Take stock of the general well-being of my reality at every imaginable moment, etc. I am absolutely fucking exhausted. When is it going to stop? Ever?
I even made sure to go outside at 6 AM this morning and try to see the meteor shower but it was to no avail. I didn't see a single shooting star. I saw a heck of a lot of non-shooting stars, though. It was quite a clear & beautiful sky this morning. However, it was fucking freezing out -- 16 degrees F., snow everywhere, and I was still in my jammies & slippers. Since I live on a busy street and people were already out & driving to work, I figured that seeing me, dressed like that, staring up at the sky in the pitch dark & snow & freezing cold-- well, those people would probably think I was nuts (I am nuts, but the key is to not have people grasp this so readily), so I came indoors before seeing any of those splendid shooting stars.
I don't know. Shooting stars are good luck, aren't they? Are they only good luck when you actually see them? Can't they be lucky even if you don't actually see them but you know that they are there? I need a serious truckload of good luck to survive 2008, gang, the jury is totally in on that one, so here's hoping... (and, no, I didn't go outside in PJs at 6 AM in hopes that my luck would improve by seeing one of those shooting stars. I went out there to try to glimpse the magnificence of all that splendor and, well, plain old reality at that hour was actually splendid enough.)
Okay. I have quite the day ahead of me here, gang, so I must get crackin'. Have a splendid Friday wherever you're at, and thanks for visiting! See ya.
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