Cleaning House

I'd like to get off the topic of men at least for today.

I'm tucked up in my bed, laptop in its rightful place and hoping sleep hits me harder than a semi barreling down the highway. My home is tidy and shiny. I work long hours and hate (should I say it out loud?) housework. I like to cook for people I don't like to clean. I have hired help for that. My girl comes once a week and does my floors, bathrooms, kitchen and bedroom. I don't make a big mess and I never use my kitchen yet its still nice to come home on Tuesdays and see the black walnut floors gleam. It's a luxury and I'm grateful.

My vice is shopping. I have a small addiction to clothes. My girlfriends love to marvel at how many dresses, shoes and coats I have. If I wanted to I could go a month without doing laundry and still have clean clothes. Speaking of laundry I have a washer and dryer at home but I'd rather go to the Laundromat. I like doing three loads at once and getting it washed and folded all at once. I like the smell too.

I'm planning on taking a fall class. I'm not sure if I'll look into photography or writing. I enjoy both. I feel the air is changing in my life, I'm not sure if that's wishful thinking or precognition. I'd go for a bit of both.

I'm getting sleepy and I have to give my puppies their antibiotics. They're almost two weeks old - pictures to arrive soon. I'm falling in love with a couple of them. Eyes are opening. What is it like to look at the world for the first time? I'm glad they're in a safe, warm and loving place. Not all puppies, well let's face it not all people are this lucky. Trust me I know - I work in the psych field - it's a mess what people do to people.

Enough of my random stream of consciousness.