One of those days

In case you thought a writer’s life consisted of leisurely breakfasts, a day spent poring over a hot laptop interspersed with a lunch at some nifty bistro with witty friends, then an elegant dinner with cocktailsHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Sorry, couldn’t help it. I don’t think even Dorothy Parker had a life like that. As for me–well, let me back up a bit. As I think I mentioned here, I was diagnosed with a sinus infection on Monday (which explains my complete lack of energy for the previous four days), and I received a Z-pack for my troubles. As the antibiotics kicked in I started feeling much better (except for the unfortunate side effect of antibiotics which required me to stay close to a bathroom yesterday — yes, I’m taking probiotics as well, it’s improved) and started in on my plan to get this pit of a house cleaned slowly but thoroughly by doing a solid hour of housecleaning every day in addition to regular chores (laundry, vacuuming, etc).

Tpissedjjoday I unloaded the dishwasher and put away all the clean dishes, washed out four pieces of recyclables and put those in the recycling bin, replaced two burnt out light bulbs, put away a bunch of stuff, folded and put away two loads of laundry, and was planning on vacuuming and dusting the living room until the cats intervened by 1) crapping on the downstairs bathroom rug, and 2) two of them puking on the living room rug. JJ (shown at left) managed to get into the regular cat food that he’s not supposed to eat, then vomited it all up on our newly washed throw blanket and all the way down the back of our living room futon onto the carpet. This required me to wipe down the futon frame, spot-clean the stained part of the futon, pick up bits of half-digested cat food from the carpet, then run the carpet cleaner over it whilst swearing like a sailor. Luckily, Jaz just overate a bit and left a delicate pile of hork that I could pick up with some kitchen roll and spot-clean with a cloth. Throw blanket and bathroom rug are now in the next pile of stuff to be washed.

Oh, and I still have to make dinner (spaghetti with salad), then clean the kitchen afterwards. And wash, fold, and put away approximately four more loads of laundry so that I can clean the guest room and wash that bedding tomorrow. Oh, and pay bills, can’t forget that. I’ll get some writing time sandwiched in there, but Lord, it would help if I had clones.

About nicolacameronwrites

Nicola Cameron has had some interesting adventures in her life -- ask her sometime about dressing up as Tietania, Queen of the Bondage Fairies. When not writing, she wrangles cats, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

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