Laundry, tidy, dryer, tidy, laundry, the mantra of a Monday. After I talk with Bee on Mondays, I pickup after me. Not the Geezer, mind you, but me.
One paper has a tendency to grow into ten. One project that starts in a small space has this magic ability to spread itself to cover all desk and table spaces. Ditto contents of purses, pockets, and boxes and bags.
I forgot to dust the rafters.
Why is that important? Merry the Maid is very short. She does well at eye level but not at cathedral ceiling level. I have a long handled duster, and G has a painters extension pole. If you want me, after the dentist I shall be continuing my domesticity with soupcons of that last Harry Potter intermixed with the removal of garlands of hanging dust.
I'm really enjoying these quiet moments.