There were no dust bunnies, only dust horses. I looked at all seven pairs of track pants that I insist on owning - all navy blue or black, save except for one pair of green quick dri by NorthFace. I am down to three. Three people. Three pairs of track pants.
I packed up summer clothes and put them away. I packed up a bag of everything I hadn't worn in six months and am ready to take it to a friend of mine. I got rid of shoes that didn't need to hang around. I cleaned my desk off. I threw out all the crap that I piled into semi-tidy piles to be thrown out.
I can see my floor.
I can look in my closet and find what I need without squinting my eyes and looking like I am peering into the very core of the sun and trying to find a needle in a proverbial haystack.
I know what I'm going to wear tomorrow and am well aware of its laundered state.
I found the two articles that I have to know for my exam on Wednesday.
I cleaned out the drain in the bathtub. And I gagged. A lot. Even though I know it's my hair it doesn't matter because it's still freaking gross.
I can rest soundly tonight in the knowledge that I will not be taken over by anything strange and uncertain that may have lived under my bed - a strange and unknown seeking refuge under the strange and unknown.
Strangely enough, the bathroom radiator, which has never worked, kicked in and pumped out heat. A lot of heat. The homos around here nearly broke a sweat.
"I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat."Sir Winston Churchill (1874-1965)