That happened fast.
Here is a picture of the ink cart I bought on the way to work this afternoon:
Here are some doodles I did once I got there:
Here is a picture of ~‘s stuff in the hall, just before we moved it all out earlier this evening:
Here is the schedule of cleaning I am going to do over the next week or so month:
Here is a picture of the stirfry I made for dinner:
Here is a picture of Nada the no-longer-a-kitten-not-yet-a-cat’s dinner:
Here is a picture of some washing I just hung up:
Here is a picture of the bed I am going to now, that perhaps I may dream of posts more interesting than this one:
Good night.
every room needs a sweep and a mop, yet sometimes they’re combined and sometimes they are seperate items.
Surely there is some deep underlying meaning to this.
No doubt.
In hindsight I think they’re combined in the lists for bigger rooms to make those lists seem smaller and less onerous, and separate in the smaller/easier rooms to make those lists seem more broken down, and less onerous. But that was totally, like, unconscious and shit.
What I want to know is why I always seem so compelled to blog about the fascinating subject of cleaning in the first place.
As the world will end You’ll have your sweet revenge
Cleaning is recognisable as a symbolic ritual enactment of the apocalypse. Thank you.