Dear Reader,
I worked till 1:00 on this, that, and the other and cleaning off my desk. I got all my notes about the history of the house in which I live (do note that I did not end that phrase with a preposition) and the scenic wallpaper in it. My husband cane home and I ate lunch and finished a book is been reading, The Good Luck of Right Now. Then I came back upstairs and trotted around returning all sorts of things to their correct places.
Now it is 1:21 and in about to get back to it. I spent more than an hour on my desk, but I'm okay with that because, with my OCD, it's a wonder I was able to stop at all. I'm supposed to change jobs to going through all of my daughter's things, but I don't want to! I am locked in to working on my study. I think what I'll do is give myself 20 minutes to do some more inventorying of the books bad then get to the foyer. But I'm draggy and not acting like a professional. And neither is my housekeeper. I had a bunch of things I needed to address, but just couldn't. But then I saw what a mess the downstairs is and that she is still not following my instructions! So I actually did get onto her about it. Her response was that I'm leaving so I shouldn't care anymore! So, that was frustrating, but ... there you go.
I'm going to put my big girl panties back on now and start working hard again. The time is 1:27. On your mark ... get set ... ready?
Lisa
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