I am doing everything but cleaning my house right now. My sister arrives tomorrow afternoon to take care of Bryony (and me?) after my oral surgery Tuesday, out of the goodness of her beating heart, and I yet I cannot seem to get my butt out of this chair to clean for her. She's not a germaphobe, but everyone enjoys a clean tub, toilet, sink and swept house when they're a guest...granted, I had company over for lunch today, so things are spruced up, but my sister deserves a good scrub down that I am just not motivated to do. Of course, this means that tomorrow morning I'll be up, dodging around a clingy Bryony underfoot, trying to sweep, mop and scrub, all the while cursing myself for not getting it down when I had the time and freedom to do it (meaning, right now).
Okay, I'm up...I'm getting up...I'm planning to get up....really I am....
Lost cause. Sorry, Shannon.
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