Sixty-five 10/9 '19
There's a quiet gearing up to the holidays. And to paraphrase Anne's post, a ripple in the force with the current political climate.
The weather had a sudden shift like a window slamming shut. I ain't even bov'vered. The bright sunny days stopped having an effect on me last month. It was more of a passive noticing, "I should be making the most of this somehow."
I've finally agreed to myself I need a cleaning lady. I've already begrudgingly let someone else do most of the lawn cutting, but the cleaning has been mine for so long, my source of pride. But I have giant gaps where I just can't anymore. I finally broke down and asked a former cleaning client for her maid's number, only to find out she's booked solid. Aargh!! The good ones usually are.
I detest the idea of having to hunt for and vet someone. So back on the backburner it goes.