It’s 7:30 in the evening, and an hour ago I would have said the same thing. That’s right, I forgot about Daylight Savings Time ending today, and I think I like it better that way. It’s more gratifying to discover that extra hour at the end of the day, when you’re wishing it wasn’t already almost Monday again, than it is to sleep right through it in the morning. It works the other way around for “spring forward.”
This weekend I managed to do some much-needed housekeeping and yard work. There’s still more to do, both inside and outside, but I feel good about what I accomplished. I’ve never been a total disaster as far as housekeeping goes, but I’m not terribly fastidious about it — in fact, fastidious doesn’t apply in even the slightest degree. A little dust doesn’t bother me. And that’s a good thing, because there’s no keeping dust out of this house. What saves me from being a total disaster is the fact that I don’t like clutter, and I like order. Thank God I’m not a packrat! I’m great at throwing stuff out. The only motto I’ve ever espoused on the subject of housekeeping is, “The less you have, the less you have to clean.” What I do have sits and gathers dust until it (oh, my goodness, I just realized something about myself for the first time) is so disgusting I can’t stand it anymore. Different items have different dust tolerance ratings. The living room, where I spend most of my time, is pretty clean. The bookshelf in my bedroom is not.
I fell asleep halfway through the previous paragraph and now it’s 2 a.m. I remembered my jeans were in the dryer (actually I heard the dryer running in the laundry room when I went to use the bathroom) so I pulled them out and folded them and put them away (stacked them on the dresser). In the course of folding the jeans I remembered that I had also put my bedsheets and blanket in the wash, so I had to go back to the laundry room to put them in the dryer. They shouldn’t take long to dry, so I’ll stay up until they’re done and get my bed made up. Not because I intend to sleep there, because I don’t, but because the dog often does, and I don’t want him spending any time on the bare mattress.
I don’t know where I thought I was going with this, but I feel safe concluding that I never got there.