Mark will be home this afternoon and the place is a WRECK. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not exactly a pristine housekeeper at the best of times (I love moving furniture and decorating, but keeping things neat on a day-to-day basis . . . not so much), but lately I just have absolutely no inclination to do anything AT ALL around the house. We have two dishwashers in our kitchen, and still both sinks are full of dirty dishes. There is just NO excuse for that, but there you are. Thankfully Joyce will be coming on Tuesday. I told Mark in the meantime to just try and keep his eyes shut or focus on something other than the dog hair, dust and dirty dishes. I don't know what my problem is, but lately all I want to do is go to the barn, play computer games -- or sleep. House cleaning? . . . just can't seem to muster any ambition for that whatsoever. And the outside is just as bad. Normally Mark does all the mowing and heavy-duty stuff, but I'm the one who weeds the beds and things. Now? There are weeds at least 3 or 4 FEET high in front of the porch (!!) where there should only be low ground cover, ferns and impatiens. It's bad.
Guess I'll see if I can find someone to come in and pull weeds and try and locate the plantings. Maybe once they get it back in shape, I'll be able talk myself into keeping up with it.
Maybe.
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