there is something cathartic about cleaning…even though I hate to do it. Spent much of the day cleaning parts of the apartment. Throwing things away…cleaning out the fridge…tossing out magazines that I’ve read…just general cleaning. Then I dusted the living room and vacuumed…smells nice and feels good to have things clean. It’s the same principle behind putting clean sheets on the bed before I leave for a trip…so that I know I can just come home to fresh sheets and go to bed happy!
here’s the red underdaks I’ve had on all day…very old…and very comfortable…