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.