I do believe that cleanliness is next to holiness. Having finally pushed myself out of my quagmire, the upstairs floors are vacuumed. The kitchen and bathroom floors washed. I feel ever so much better. It’s pretty bad when I keep skirting around a dead bug belly up and legs curled on the floor for many a day. I wonder why it is hard to perform some jobs sometimes. I will never know the answer. It’s part of being human so it is best that I just move onward and forward.

One part of the top floor I haven’t tended to is the sunroom, my so called sancturary. I should really give it more respect. The floor is not vacuumed or washed. It is sticky where I had spilled my morning tea. I hadn’t bothered to wipe it, thinking it small. I think I was wrong. At least I’ve washed my little lap quilt before the tea stains take hold. Life is hard and I am not the Wonder Woman I want to be. I’m chugging along as best as I can. My golden lasso is a bit tarnished.

The days are slowly getting longer though the mornings are still ever so dark. The sun did not rise till 9:16 am. It’s no wonder I couldn’t get out of bed till close to 8. It is out in full golden glory at this moment. It lights me up. I put the sadness and heaviness back on the shelf. There’s no place for them now.