I cannot think of a single thing to blog about. This happens from time to time.
I haven't downloaded pictures from Karen & Neil's visit, so I can't write about that, which is too bad because we saw some really scenic things.
It is so hot. I could blog about that except then you'd all write in the guestbook about how long it took for summer to get here and what am I whining about? I am glad summer is here--I just hate these few really hot weather weeks we get. I'm really more of a 70 degree person. I'm not sure where the temps are 70 degrees in the summer all the time. Northern Canada? Norway? Finland?
Mostly I've been doing housework in anticipation of the frenzy this coming week will be. I will have five hours to myself on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday during which I must produce an entire magazine for one client while keeping up with standard weekly work for another client.
Have I ever written that I can't work when I know the house is dirty? It's a strange affliction, and yet, there it is. I also have to clean the house before we can ever leave for a trip. One time I stayed up cleaning until 2am before a trip to England. Madness. I also can't leave the house to go anywhere in the mornings without doing the dishes and making beds. I have made myself late for meetings because I refused to leave a dish in the sink.
That sounds a little OCD.
Anyway, since I know I have to concentrate so thoroughly on those three days next week and I can't risk any random moments stopping to clean the toilets, it has to be done now. Same goes for laundry, the kitchen sink, and vacuuming. But not dusting. I can work amidst the dust for some reason. I don't have OCD afterall. Whew.