flexagon | War on the Dust, part III

This time, sweeping is just the beginning.

Heh. Sweeping, mopping and washing is my life today. Well, actually I started off going with AJ for a one-hour massage from a lovely lady in Watertown, a lady who gives half-off massages to both you and a friend if you bring a friend...

hiddenbear, you are still looking, right? This woman has hands like clever crabs that can scuttle in under shoulderblades and between tendons to root out the sore places. She just... finds them somehow. Like magic. Ooh. I want to go back, but can only afford it at the half-off rate, so I may need a little friendly help on this. Does $35 for an hour sound good to anyone?

So, cleaning. When I clean I'm always trying to clean up the view as well as the dirt, and this time I decided to take the papasan chair out of the living room to see what that looked like. Wow and damn... that was the first piece of furniture I ever bought for myself, and I hate the thought of getting rid of it, but its absence REALLY opens up the view. And I know perfectly well I haven't been using it much lately. :( I don't know what to do, so for now it's been relegated to the back porch for a trial separation. I've also been thinking again about where we could possibly add closets to our floor plan, and I came up with what would be the world's best idea if there weren't a window it would interfere with. But there is. And that is as far as I'll get with the nesting plans today, given our lack of money and our plan to get some decent windows as the next home-improvement type project.