Archaeology

Anyone who's ever been inside my place knows what a complete and utter disaster area it is. I don't like to clean, I live alone, and for the past 4 years I've had a perfect excuse to avoid cleaning, as all of my time was consumed by Living Force. On top of that, I'm a packrat and I hate to throw away so much as a scrap of paper until I'm sure I won't need it. It's not so much cleaning as archaeology that's needed.

However... I have resolved that this year I will be getting my two-story/finished basement townhouse condo ready to sell, so that my wretched knees and I can get a place that's all on one level. So... I visualize cleaning quite a bit, but many evenings still find me on the couch napping off depression. Not much cleaning gets done that way.

Yestereve, however, I had a bunch of laundry to do and managed to actually clear floor space in the living room. Yes indeedy, there is carpet there (though it needs vacuuming tonight, and serious carpet cleaning at some point).

Tonight, I take out the trash!

(Living alone sucks, it does...)