The Eleventh Day

On the agenda for today, call CenturyLink and get the billing straightened out. Check. Call Dorothy and cancel my homeowner's insurance. Check. Well, she didn't answer but I left a message. Call Little Guys moving and tell them they left one of their fancy padded blankets here last week. Check. The very nice man I spoke to said I could keep it. I have no idea what I'll use it for but you never know. Email Sarah and tell her about all the damage to stuff during the move. Check. Yes, I was sick up and fed with tripping over the dozen or so garbage bags full of clothing and bedding in the hallway. But I didn't open them up and start putting their contents away for that reason. Though it's a good one. I couldn't find pants to wear. Which is also a good reason. By the end of the day, check that one off, too. I still need to get to the deep cleaning and scrubbing of my bathroom so I can put up decoratey type stuff and put things away so I can stop living out of a suitcase. I have not been deliberately avoiding this task. I'm simply saving it for last because I'm certain I'll need a shower afterwards. Seriously. It's nasty. I thought I was a casual housekeeper. I expect it's a fine line between casual and slob, and maybe even the width of that line is open to interpretation. I'm glad I bought the big bottle of Mr. Clean citrus.