Job half done.
Taking a break. From sanity.
Me is in the middle of removing every last piece of furniture from me livingroom.
This computer will be the last object to make it's egress from the area.
It will give me a chance to clean.
Too many cobwebs and not enough answers.
Me gonna take a break and lie in the middle of Me empty room for a while.
Me will come up for air sometime soon.
Hasta luegos.
Me no covered in dirt quite yet.
Update: Me finds it impossible to remain silent and motionless so I give you another tale of Cabo the wandering frog.
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Sometimes I ask Hubbs to roll his giant Lazy Boy from its spot in the living room so I can see what's under there. I find a maze of dog hair. But how? That behemoth is so low to the ground. The hair weaves an intricate pattern on the antique saruk. I don't want to vacuum the beauty up but I do. Hubbs moves his chair back for another few months. After that, I watch the big dog suspiciously as she trots through the house, the hair blower.
Cleaning up and clearing out gives the psyche room to breathe and is good for the soul. Enjoy your wide open clear space while it lasts.
CD, I find dog hair under every thing I move, too. I think dog hair is immune to the laws of nature, physics, gravity, and everything else.
Maybe as a result of the cleaning, you'll find sanity.
Corn dog~ Me would love to have a recliner. Me would never move it nor get out of it.
SJ~ it were too big and too wide. It felt like the first day I saw the place and signed the lease on the spot. Very eerie.
puerileuwaite ~ Me is afraid it be way too late for that, me four legged friend.
Ahhhh the tumbleweeds...I often think my dog should be bald by now...and yet.....
Each time I clean, I have a sense of accomplishment and the joy of knowing I'm not going to do that again for a while. But I have to admit, it did nothing for the nasal passages of my psyche.
Perhaps I should have used an esoteric swiffer?
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