I smell of Bon Ami and lysol. We're cleaning today for the holidays, and it's sheer laziness the rest of the time that makes it such an effort. Many tasks need doing, and there is a satisfaction in getting them done. Also, I have no particularly exciting book I'm reading right now. That is on purpose. I'm reading a history of France during the Dreyfus Affair. So the work is not keeping me from a riveting mystery. I know better than to allow myself any ways out. Because I always take them.
I am perhaps also too kind to spiders and their webs. Today is going to be ruthless. They will having to cease their construction until after the holidays. Because I do have some pride left, and having guests getting all tangled in cobwebs is quite embarrassing. I maybe even clean all the windows, though that is a lower priority. And cleaning the stove - forgetaboutit. Some tasks are just too gargantuan.
But like spring cleaning, this work sets my heart soaring, because next come the people, the food, the laughter, the joy.
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