House Report
This afternoon I went on a huge dust-and-vacuum crusade, including wiping the baseboards and the tops of the door frames. Now the house smells sweet and clean, and Hambet has dozed off in a chair, where he was taking refuge when I was vacuuming.
It's so easy to put stuff like this off, and the longer you put it off, the worse it gets, and the more you want to put it off, losing sight of how easy it is to put things to rights and how much more pleasant it is when you finally do it.
Someday I'll be watching the movie of my life, and I'm not sure which part will be the most dreadful: reviewing the opere or the omissione.
