Stuff is piled.
Clothes are tossed about.
Nothing is really in it's place.
That's what it looks like in this tiny house... it pretty much always looks like this every time I go away and come back. It takes me a while to "get around to the tidying" after I settle back in. In this case, I am just now feeling like I have time at home enough to need to clean. I have things I want to cook, and I love nothing more than to look out over my tiny little living space and see it sparkle as music fills the 551 square feet of my wee beach house in the desert..
Yeah, and if I don't get off my ass and clean it, I probably won't cook, the house will continue to displease me, and my coffee date with a pal in the morning will get axed in favor of grabbing a nibble somewhere else.
This is my window of opportunity.. right now. This morning. Will the coffee be enough to fuel the Tornado of Clean that needs to rip through this place? Or will I puss out?
Guess I will put on some music to clean to and see if I feel inspired. Wish me luck.
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