Kicking Ass in the New Year

The mental self flogging of a few days ago was the catalyst in a shift within the 2/3 Life Theory pie chart. Yesterday, I woke up at 6:00am, with the urge to clean. NOW.

By the time the daylight was peeking through my window, I had been cleaning for nearly an hour.



I did most of this laundry (ran out of quarters).



There is something SO satisfying about fresh bedding, AH! (And my cats are goddamned adorable).



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I spent an uncharacteristic New Year's Eve at home, and rang in the New Year by finishing a book (Blankets by Craig Thompson - very good, but not as amazing as Habibi). Then it was lights out for this little miss by 12:05am.

I *did* manage to take a few breaks from cleaning today. First I went for a run around Dover, and explored some new side streets. Then it was off to meet my dear friend Mark and his sweet man-friend Shaun visiting from San Francisco. We caught up over coffee at KAFFEE HAUS (to be shouted in an aggressive German accent), and I embarrassed Mark in front of Shaun telling silly stories about our shenanigans as youngsters, as is my duty and right as his oldest, nearest, dearest, dare I say coolest, lady friend.

All in all, it was a good day. I can see my kitchen for the first time since Thanksgiving, I am drinking a victory stout and Simon and Garfunkel is complimenting the soundtrack of the rain outside my window. Soon I'll be snuggling down into bed with a new book. Life is good.