I know, I know, the only reason Didge wanted me to settle down for a week is because I am totally overtaxed and honestly needed to simmer down and get my chill on for a few days. But now it is bothering me. The house is a total wreck. He had good intentions, he really did, but Didge has had an article to work on, and then his computer fouled up (requiring marathon troubleshooting sessions), and then? Well, he discovered some new games and found episodes of the animated "Planet of the Apes" series. So for all his good intentions, the housework he said he would do hasn't been done. He's simply not domestic. Adorable, but not domestic. And that's likely not going to change, so I'm not going to sweat it.
Point blank: I am over the house being the way the house is being. I am going to do something about it. I cannot relax in a war zone. Something in the refrigerator shouted at me a moment ago, for heaven's sake. It scared me.
I will maintain my side of the agreement to not work on anything pertaining to the wedding until Monday. However, I need a clean space in order to generate a good, steady flow of creativity for said event, so in a way, today's cleaning frenzy is kind of about that.
Snuff it. I'm going in.
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