My mother is coming to visit in a few days. Work is overwhelming. My house is, well, dusty. To put it mildly. There's tumblefur rolling down the hallway.
I need at least 30 hours in every day. This week would be a special case where I need maybe 36 hours in a day.
Earlier today, my husband and I ran into a couple we used to socialize with. We stopped doing that when I got sick and decided there was nobody I wished to socialize with at all. Period. It was a weird encounter. More on this later as I am still processing.
Where is that box of Swiffer refills?
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