i’m gripped with olympic fever, so i hoped i’d have no problem lying on the couch all week eating thorntons praline melts… but i am CRAP at being idle.
also, when i stop doing things, the crazy starts to creep back inside my head.
(like, late one night, lying in bed, i talked myself into near panic-attack because i was thirsty. normal people would probably drink some water and think “oh well it *is* summer and it’s awfully warm”.
but my brain screams: “you have clearly contracted diabetes!” and my heart starts pounding as i run through a mental checklist of other symptoms i’ve previously googled.
as one example.)
so no sitting around then.
i assigned myself one room per day and attacked each with obsessive, vigorous housewifery – deep cleaning and sorting and organising and washing EVERYTHING.
doggy tumblefur is the worst. especially when it’s caught in sturdy spider webs that’ve fused furniture to walls :/
after i’d done most of the things, it was anakin’s turn to become gleaming, shiny clean,
which is always followed by extreme bathroom cleaning, involving much precarious balancing – in socks – while i wash down the walls.
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if you think about it, a fresh coat of paint is far quicker & simpler than cleaning up mosquito corpses or tea splatter.
it’s good that i did all of the things this week, because next week i’ll be 40 so i don’t imagine i will have this kind of energy again.