This is the cleanest our apartment has been since we moved in in December. Last Thursday, we moved furniture and unpacked a stack of boxes and totes that were untouched from the time we got here.
I have vacuumed twice since then. At the moment, I am bored as all hell, because there isn't anything for me to do around here. Load the washer. Wait an hour. Transfer it to the dryer. Repeat.
Lately, it seems like I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to the site. First, I can't think of anything to write about. Secondly, I have sort of forgotten how to write. I have never written while in a good mood. It's very strange.
My activism has suffered as well. It's not that I'm no longer interested in the issues. It's that I'm not angry anymore. Not angry enough to raise hell about it, at least. I am much more of a positive person than I ever thought I was.
Who would have thought that being healthy and happy would pose problems? Guess I need to find a new hobby.....or a job.