The house is clean enough that our guest should not be able to kill himself tripping over all the stacked trails of bills, tools, receipts, cleaning products, towels, dog hair and cat hair, piled around the house in various interesting convenient places so that we wouldn’t forget to take them up the stairs, into the house, out to the garage, up to the laundry, or to the loft, and down to the living room or kitchen. While it didn’t work for the last few months in keeping the place clean, it did make things relatively easy to find the when needed since you had to pass them every day. It also made it very quick to clean up when your mess is confined to high traffic areas.
It’s not that we haven’t cleaned for months, it’s that we’ve never managed to finish cleaning, so there was always some pile that needed to either go up, or go down.
It’s mostly better now. Just the loft (which is about as clean as it’s going to get for now) and the garage.
We won’t talk about the garage.
Hopefully Jack remembers to bring his gauntlet gloves, body armor, and a large knife. Nope, no swinging room for swords. Not unless he can safely make it into the crawl space.
Melissa is going to Missouri in October with her mom if she can get the time off from work. It will be ok…It will be ok…It will be ok…It will be ok…
With any luck I remember to eat, sleep, and wake up.
With any luck I CAN sleep. This will be the first time we haven’t been in the same bed, at least to start out with.
On a weirder note, I decided to shove a scented candle into the ductwork in the crawlspace. With the idea that it will hide the musty smell, so far it seems to be working. I hope we don’t get tired of Pumpkin Spice. Hrm, maybe I’ll change it to spiced cranberry in November, candy cane in December, spearmint in January, cinnamon in February, clover in March…