I live in a borrowed condo, on a largish island,
with my husband, my fish, and my cat.
I'm sharing my body with someone I haven't met.
Kate gets home for the summer tomorrow and will probably be living with me (unless things suddenly go very right with her gentleman friend who has also come back to the island, after also being away for the better part of two years). I have done NOTHING to prep for her. The kitchen and bathrooms are gross. The second bedroom (that we use as a den) is cluttered with video games, paperwork, and abandoned craft projects. And dust! I’m drowning in dust!
Thinking about cleaning is giving me dizzy spells and I need to walk over to the store for cat food and dish soap. Everything is impossible right now.