Not Very Exciting

My mother is driving me insane. Every day after the workman guy leaves. I have to clean. My mother leaves for two hours during which I sweep, mop, and dust every surface and hang the Curtains of Concealment in front of the construction. Seriously, I had no idea my mother's mental stability was so closely connected to the house. The next day, the workman comes back. And I clean again. Arg!

Also, my room smells like dead meat. I spent hours yesterday "airing" it out, only to realize that the smell was coming in from the woods out my east window, and I had been airing it in. Arg! Dead body in the woods!


Happy. But leaving in five days. Kind of unhappy about that but I'm looking forward to see some friends. :)