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You are so right E .... my house is a filth pit. I remember how I used to spend every Saturday (after working all week and enduring the grinding commute to/from Washington, DC - fun, not!) going to the grocery store, then the dry cleaners, grabbing a quick bite for lunch, doing five loads of laundry, cleaning my house. Every single Saturday. Up no later than 9, out the door by 10, gourmet dinner on the table by 8.
Right now it's about 1:20 pm here. I am sitting in a teeshirt at the computer with my hair in a scrungy. No shower yet. Just sitting here with unbrushed teeth, looking like death, not motivated to move my behind from point A to point B.
This, too, shall pass ...
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