Nothing interesting on the job front, emotional development front, man front, home front. Although I do have a pimple--which is rare. I am not stressed because everything is going fine in my life.

I am completely unfocused today. Not that I have so much work to be focused on. But hell, I can't even focus long enough to finish a complete bloggable thought. So, that being the case, I started day-dreaming about my weekend. I need to clean and wash and pick up dry cleaning. What I need is a house-keeper and a casting couch teens  assistant. I just need the house-keeper to come in once and get my stuff more managable. Because for real, right now it's not.

I have three laundry hampers in my house and a cleaners bag. One is in the bathroom for towels, the other two are in my bedroom walk-in closet. One for whites, one for colors. And there's the cleaners bag--pretty self explainatory. It's not the washing I detest. It's the folding. It's so tedious! I'm trying ot hype myself up. But I've been trying to do that for the past few days.

The kitchen? Dishes in the sink, not many because it's only me eatting. The dishwasher? Full of clean dishes. The oven? A mess, by my standards. The floor? There's nice pile of of stuff I swept up. But I was so uninspired that I left the pile there and positioned the broom and duskpan up against the wall, beside where I'd placed the bucket and mop.

Luckily, the living and dinning parts of tidy.

That being said, I am not really excited about cleaning anything this weekend. I want to be out among the people. Out sucking up the last bit of good weather. In this area, one day it's 75, the next it's 50! No in between. No gradual decline in temp. One day warm. Next day cold!