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Jul. 23rd, 2018 11:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I wish I'd had my act together more yesterday and had cleaned the kitchen then instead of having to do it tonight. But I didn't, because I actually slept late on Sunday (woke up at 9:00; unheard of lately, when I've been waking up at 6:45 on weekends for no discernible reason) and was feeling all smug about getting three loads of laundry done on Saturday. And on Sunday up until about mid-afternoon, the weather was conducive to Lily being friendly, and I succumbed to a case of "can't get up, elbow trapped under seven-pound cat." And after that the weather wasn't conducive to moving around a lot.
At least I got the bedroom and living room rugs vacuumed. And gave the vacuum cleaner a haircut. (Rug fuzz, no problem. Cat hair, no problem. My hair, the vacuum cleaner needs a haircut.) And it won't take that long to just wipe down the stove and the counters and scrub the kitchen and bathroom sinks and Swiffer the floors. (Keep telling yourself that, kid...) And I haven't packed yet, but that's easy. Especially with all the clean laundry from Saturday.
And at least I got the (censored) chorus committee minutes from June sent out. I have more things than I thought I would have going on this summer, and the chorus committee minutes are WAY at the bottom of the list. But because they know I'm taking minutes, nobody ever writes anything down for themselves (like the next meeting date, or the concert dates for next year). So then I get poked about the minutes. I'd like to resign as taker of minutes in general, but I should really wait until we get a new president, whenever that is. The current president keeps making noises about not being president forever, but she hasn't up and quit yet. If I resign before she does, she'll have a fit, because who's going to take the minutes?
I don't know. I'm just out of sorts today. It will all work out, and I'll get the place clean enough to come back and not say "Who lives here, the place is disgusting!", and I'll get to South Station on time for the bus, and on Friday I'll be back and whatever the next thing is will be the next thing.
I wish I'd had my act together more yesterday and had cleaned the kitchen then instead of having to do it tonight. But I didn't, because I actually slept late on Sunday (woke up at 9:00; unheard of lately, when I've been waking up at 6:45 on weekends for no discernible reason) and was feeling all smug about getting three loads of laundry done on Saturday. And on Sunday up until about mid-afternoon, the weather was conducive to Lily being friendly, and I succumbed to a case of "can't get up, elbow trapped under seven-pound cat." And after that the weather wasn't conducive to moving around a lot.
At least I got the bedroom and living room rugs vacuumed. And gave the vacuum cleaner a haircut. (Rug fuzz, no problem. Cat hair, no problem. My hair, the vacuum cleaner needs a haircut.) And it won't take that long to just wipe down the stove and the counters and scrub the kitchen and bathroom sinks and Swiffer the floors. (Keep telling yourself that, kid...) And I haven't packed yet, but that's easy. Especially with all the clean laundry from Saturday.
And at least I got the (censored) chorus committee minutes from June sent out. I have more things than I thought I would have going on this summer, and the chorus committee minutes are WAY at the bottom of the list. But because they know I'm taking minutes, nobody ever writes anything down for themselves (like the next meeting date, or the concert dates for next year). So then I get poked about the minutes. I'd like to resign as taker of minutes in general, but I should really wait until we get a new president, whenever that is. The current president keeps making noises about not being president forever, but she hasn't up and quit yet. If I resign before she does, she'll have a fit, because who's going to take the minutes?
I don't know. I'm just out of sorts today. It will all work out, and I'll get the place clean enough to come back and not say "Who lives here, the place is disgusting!", and I'll get to South Station on time for the bus, and on Friday I'll be back and whatever the next thing is will be the next thing.
