Spotless

Well, it would appear that my body has completed the purge that was, in retrospect, painfully necessary.

Now, the rest of me is catching up. I spent last night (and will resume shortly) cleaning my personal environment. No, I don't mean scrubbing the floors and what not (although that is part of it). I mean cleaning. Cleaning out closets - the literal action for a metaphorical event.

This was largely spurred on by the arrival of a ton of furniture from my childhood home. I had to declutter to make room for the stuff. BUT, it's also the natural result of what I've been experiencing lately.

I'm thrilled. I feel very relaxed. I have nothing terribly exciting on the horizon and I'm totally fine with that. The last several and the next several days will be about re-ordering and re-organizing.

On Tuesday, I expect the culmination of the events of the last month. I have my post-op visit with the doctor and hopefully will get clearance to resume all normal activities - I'm growing rapidly since I haven't been able to exercise and my brain is rapidly deoxygenating. Also on Tueday, the carpet cleaners are coming and they are much needed.

Then, hopefully my house will be as close to perfect as one could expect and maybe, just maybe, I'll find myself crawling into my now-beautiful and oh-so-comfy bed with my laptop able to write again.

I have three stories in various states of completion, one that is desperate to be written - and I just haven't been able to make that happen. It's OK - there have been other matters that have required urgent attention.