Tidying up...

[msfledermaus]

Mondays are a good, good work day for me. Usually they're fairly quiet, so when I get home I have time to take care of things like laundry and cleaning and such...

Lately I've been slacking off because I wasn't feeling well--books everywhere, knitting projects nesting on chairs, the ever-present bits of hay on the floor. (I blame the rabbit. He blames me. But I'm the one who can hold the broom, so there we are.) Happily I'm not a dish-leaver for the most part, but I do take my sweet time putting them away once they're clean and in the dish rack. I'd been letting things get dusty. Clutter-full. It irks me, especially when I don't have time to clean or I'm just tired, tired tired...

Well, this evening I've been catching up. Laundry is being digested by my washer-dryer, Chug-Chug.
I've dusted. I've got wet things hanging in the shower and a clean sink. Soon there will be sweeping up and a rousing game of, "Where the hell does THIS go?" It all feels very comforting, somehow. It helps that I have motivation for cleaning this week--I'm tutoring my cow-irker Meghan on the fine art of spinning tomorrow, and it would be nice to teach someone things in a clean house. Also, all last week there have been bits in the paper about the huge upswing of bed-bugs. *shudder* I do not have them. Repeat, I do not have them. But I checked, high and low, just on the off because the articles made me shudder so badly. I'm someone who hates, totally hates to contemplate even the possibility existing that something can sneak into my house while I'm sleeping and suck my blood. No, not even if they sparkle. Maybe especially if there's sparkling...

So anyway, the moral of the tale is: A little healthy paranoia makes for a damn clean house...

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[scentedwoods.livejournal.com]

I folded up the afghan and laid it on the couch, took my dishes into the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher. I tucked the leftovers into my favorite containers and hung the towel back on the rack. Up the stairs in the dark, pausing at the bedroom door to admire the room in the dark because it is finally clear of furniture and boxes. I walked to the window, turned on the light and laid down on my made bed.

And then I read your post. I agree completely.

[roadskoller.livejournal.com]

I'm scared to death that Stan will bring bed bugs home.
I used to worry about cockroach eggs...wait I still do, but this bed bug thing bugs me.