Last night, I left the toaster on the counter (along with some crumbs, no doubt), and I allowed my clean dishes to drip dry instead of using a towel then immediately putting them back in the cabinets.
I left yesterday’s clothes on the floor (alongside Tuesday’s), and my nightshirt is atop my unmade bed.
There are dust bunnies on the stairs, scuffs on the kitchen floor and the living room rug is sorely in need of vacuuming, though I can’t imagine why – I just vacuumed on Saturday. (I’d like you to meet, from left to right above, J.J., Viola and Possum.)
I left my damp towel on the hook behind the bathroom door this morning, did not wipe down the shower and there are two pair of shoes in the middle of the walk-in closet floor (I had a little trouble deciding on footwear today).
On the front porch are three yard-waste bags from Sunday’s marathon weeding session (five hours, which included trimming back trees and shrubbery, and approximately 1,000 mosquito bites). And it’s a good thing I managed to get off my butt and clean up the garden last weekend, because I just got a notice for a house showing at 4:30 p.m. I can get the house stuff done in just a couple hours, but the garden would be beyond me on short notice.
One (less-than-relaxing-or-fun) half-day of vacation, coming right up.