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desperanceThe kids have been and gone. A few things are a little more broken than they were, but not many and not badly; and - what is far more to the point - the kids left thanking me (for the brownies, largely, but still), and have promised to come back later in the week and tackle the dining-room. With very possibly added painting. (I have decided that the way to clean a house, by and large, is to paint it.)
Already my house sits lighter upon the earth, for lack of one carpet and a vast quantity of dust. Most of which has migrated into my lungs, and I now cannot breathe at all. No matter. I shall walk through the rain, which will cool and soothe me; and then I shall see Spamalot, and die laughing.
I would say "bury me under my new clean house", but I don't think that's allowed. Tho' Kubrick was buried in his garden, so...
Already my house sits lighter upon the earth, for lack of one carpet and a vast quantity of dust. Most of which has migrated into my lungs, and I now cannot breathe at all. No matter. I shall walk through the rain, which will cool and soothe me; and then I shall see Spamalot, and die laughing.
I would say "bury me under my new clean house", but I don't think that's allowed. Tho' Kubrick was buried in his garden, so...