The apartment is a complete and total wreck. So much so, that a few moments ago I found myself stumbling around without my glasses on my face so that I couldn't see the mess!
(When that becomes your default cleaning method...it's really time to re-evaluate your place in the human race.)
The bed is a tossled mess, there are toothpaste sploshes all over the mirror, dishes are in the sink, and the Target stuff that arrived is still sitting in its box in the middle of the living room!
I'm not much better. I've been living in shorts and a t-shirt that isn't so much a shirt as it it a collection of thread and holes, with half a neckline and one sleeve missing. I've eaten very poorly, slept too much, and have binge-watched The West Wing on Netflicks until the wee hours of the morning. My dialysis tech asked me yesterday just what was going on with me, because my weight was up four kilos (that's over eight pounds!) and I looked like something the cat coughed up on the rug.
Holey Schmoly, when I decide to go full-on frat boy, I do it with impunity!
I have, however, thoroughly enjoyed myself. I've stitched and read and napped and relaxed in between texting Mister Spinster to reassure him that I am taking care of myself.
(We'll just keep the real truth to ourselves, OK Dearies? I've already had to bribe the Chicken Sisters with a trip to Reno, since they were left in charge of me in Mister's absence. I pick them up at the airport about an hour before fetching the Mister on Thursday night, so let's hope I can pull this off and not get caught.)
I have one more day of this, followed by dialysis tomorrow and then appointments on Thursday. I suppose I should map out a plan for getting my act together, but....naaaaahhhhhh.
Here's hoping that your own little corner of the world is considerably more organized and that you are doing whatever makes your heart sing! Come tell me all about it...maybe it will inspire me to get moving!
Two hours later...
Well, imagine my surprise! After my second cup of damn good, a peanut butter bagel, and a little push from my inner 1950's housewife, I puffed and scrubbed and scoured and organized and...viola'! A tidy, clean, and peaceful CS2 once again! Now I'm going to cool off, grab a hot scrubby shower, don a fresh mummu, and head out to the balcony for some afternoon stitchy time!