Am I the only who has ever walked into a friend's perfectly clean house and felt sick? Looking around and knowing that waiting for me back home is a pile of laundry, sink full of dishes, and upstairs bathroom that is more like a spook alley display.
For anyone else who has ever had that happen, you should come see me today. You would feel happy. Very, very happy. Over the weekend my house has become a dump, and I kind of don't care enough to do anything about it.
Today is a day of rest. I will worry about it tomorrow.