become a neat freak

I MUST get a handle on this!

Time to re-visit this one.

Came in last night to a partially darkened apartment. Mao, my roommate’s siamese, came meowing up to me. In the semi-gloom I could see he had something on his fur and in that instant lost my patience. My roommate does not vaccuum or clean much, aside from the dishes, and as a result the carpet is a mess: so messy that a cat can’t walk around without getting covered in crap -that was my thought. Perhaps I should have thought, before I indignantly started vaccuuming, that she might be in bed. Score one for my Felix Unger personality.

Nature truly does abhor a vaccuum. Where did all this crap come from? Still, I get a handle on this… I have a place for all of it.

Was brushing my teeth and decided I should clean the sink immediately after. Stopped only by time constraint.
On a more sane note, it is quite lovely to wake up, get out of bed and not trip over something. As exhausting as this ‘cleansweep’ of junk has been (and it’s far from over)it’s also been most rewarding.

The place is an absolute tip right now. Happily, my roommate is away ‘til late Sunday.I am sorting out papers (the joy of self-employment) and the living and dining rooms are full – piles of files, schedules…Lordy. Still, as bad as it is, at least I’m getting started.

I’ll finish excavating my purse.

My first reaction when I see those words? BWAHAHAHA C’mon!! My bike is in my bedroom!