Tuesday, November 11, 2008

a day spent mostly dusting

the dust from the construction clings to every nook and cranny, and seems to have settled in cracks in the ceiling. the more of it i wipe off, the more of it there seems to be.

it feels so good to clean the house, to sweep and wipe and sort. im still pondering... what i want my year to look like. i think i know one answer at least... clean. :)

and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.


Shades of Scorpio said...

Me too. But that would mean kicking out an extra six legs from the house and facing the child and animal welfares. Sheesh.

annie kelleher said...

LOLOL you are too funny.