Went away last weekend, came back, cleaned like crazy Monday and Tuesday, went to the dump Wednesday and was sick Weds. night. Haven’t been good for much since. We think I got food poisoning.
Which, if I needed another (another?) reason to clean up this house gave it to me. I just can’t live like this.
It’s still a HUGE job, and I still have to do it, but being sick as a dog flat on my back just made me realize again how untenable this is. It has to change.
Soon. Better —
What I’ll do differently? I do not know, but it changed how I felt about things.
Still pretty weak, I’m going back to bed.