How many times have I used that title? Couldn’t tell you. But here I sit, taking a break from major housecleaning when I was SUPPOSED to be almost done with Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, because my he’s-great-and-I-want-the-work-done-but-why’s-it-gotta-be-NOW? landlord informed me this morning that he wants to do my floors tomorrow, which is great and wonderful and I love the idea but–that’s HALF my house! Include my office, which he may, and it’s nearly the whole thing!
Agggghhhhh!!!!!
So Harry sits on the kitchen counter, drawing an occasional loving caress as I carry things out to store on the porch, and haul garbage out and recycling and hope and pray it doesn’t rain and oh lord it looks like it’s going to, and on and on and on when all I want to do is curl up with my Dove chocolate and a box of tissue and Harry ’cause somebody I love is gonna die, I’m told, and I NEED TO KNOW…
Back to work. I’ll get it all done, I’ll let it rain if it must, and then I’ll stay up all night reading. In the morning let the landlord in, run the kid to day-care, and go back to bed. Sound like a plan? To me too.
Onward!