The tree is down, and in a box. Sure, the place is a Royal Freaking Mess, and I have tree lights scattered from here to there and half a pot of friggin DIRT on the ground since the cats knocked a dead plant over that should’ve been thrown out ages ago, and I’ve got my tree skirt on the floor needing washing, and my chairs all out of sorts, and more plants dying, and dishes piling up, and thank the gods it’s finally my Friday.

Because at last, my monthly Week In Hell is over with, and despite a rampaging headache and insomnia contributing to this complete Loss of Motivation, I HAVE to get shit done. I cannot live like this. I’m going crazy.

But at least the tree is down. That’s a damned good start, in my opinion. In the morning, I’ll haul out dead plants and vacuum up the dirt I should’ve vacuumed up four days ago, and I’ll do the bloody dishes, and I’ll feel at least marginally better. And tomorrow night, I can actually get some work done - laundry, cleaning out the fridge, and a more thorough vacuum job.

I’m starting to think I need to take up a patron housekeeping goddess to give me a kick in the rear, because my own inner housekeeper must’ve fallen asleep sometime in the last week.

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