So, I finished the kitchen (except for the floor) and the bathroom (mostly) and vacuumed the living room and I can't go to Goodwill because I haven't showered yet and I'm icky.

As I look around the living room, I see that those two shelves full of tiny knick-knacks (I'm not a very knick-knacky person, but we all accumulate a few things as we go through life) are just filthy. They were on my To Do list for today but I don't care any more.

The mood is over

You know why? Because I went to strip the quilt off the bed so I could finally wash it and when I looked at the laundry basket in the closet, it's half-full again and I'm going to need to do laundry again tomorrow.

I did seven loads just a couple of days ago.

House cleaning? Is a cheat and a lie. There's no such thing as "clean." There are only rooms and articles of clothing in varying stages of decay. Entropy rules all.

The rest of my Lady of Leisure time is going to be devoted to job-hunting, practicing drawing, and the occasional stint of dusting when the filth starts to pile up.

It's snowing harder again now. Another good reason to put off going to Goodwill. Because I'm sulking at the insistent return of winter to my world.

I ate some yogurt and some cheese. Tonight I really have to go to the grocery store. (I'm thinking, it's winter again, right? Chili!)