Really, with my schedule and all it's a miracle I get anything done. And with the new addition of a social calendar I've been getting pretty much nothing done. Friend comes over for coffee, sees the same pile of tents, sleeping bags and prospecting equipment that's been piled up in the kitchen for the last 2 1/2 months, sees the desk and vacuum left splayed (unconvincingly) across the living room floor and tells me I'm deranged...she's not going to take off her boots.
...she's at the other extreme, her house, cleaned top to bottom twice a week, whether it needs it or not. Equally deranged in my books, I have the same rhythm, just yearly, and she caught me at the wrong end of the cycle. I've got to clean up, it's starting to oppress me, weigh upon my soul...
...I used to have a live in maid, gave her a room for free if she'd clean, only I wouldn't let her clean the bedroom or my desk and I refused to unpack all the boxes I had stacked in the kitchen and after a time she began to feel a bit overwhelmed herself and decided she'd prefer to pay rent and so moved out...
...and when I finish the cleaning there's the stack of paper notes by the computer, books to read, projects to complete, cleaning has always been at the low end of my priorities, and I realize that I'm starting to feel a little overwhelmed...