my mother left me a message last night. she wanted to know two things. one, was the house still clean, and two, had i returned the fifty-dollar outfit for baby jake that turned out to be too small?
the answer to both questions, alas, is no.
but today i've designated as a Day to Get Things Done. i have laundry and vacuuming to attend to, costumes i promised to buy, the item to return. i had wanted to treat myself to a trip to tar-zhay to check out slipcovers, but i dont think that's going to happen unless the Housekeeping Fairy decides to wave her magic wand. my sense is that she's sleeping in. (not that i blame her. the rain on the skylights is whispering a most seductive why not go back to bed? as it sluices off the glass.)
but i am determined to Get Things Done.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.