So much to say

and yet, when I have so much to say, I can't think of anything to say, because I can't boil it down to a little blog blat.

I'm frantically sweeping up dust that just resettles as soon as I've cleaned it off a surface.

I'm washing sheets and blankets and pillows.

All of my machines are running (this is a good thing considering I wasn't sure I'd be able to get them going tonight due to exhaustion).

The work will never end.

Charming hasn't been.

The Tiny Tyrant strikes again.

Which, I suppose means he's been acting healthy.

This is a good thing.

I'm checking things off my to-do list.

I'm adding them faster than I'm checking them off.

But I PROMISE I will try to be interesting here again really soon.

I may even post photos.