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