Clean and Pristine

I finally got the carpets cleaned and they look marginally better. Some stains refuse to budge. We're in the midst of rain and mud season so I can't get too anxious about it.

One of my daily chores is to vacuum or take the sticky roller to the dog hair on the inside of my car. It's a simple task that saves me from a prickly conversation with the husband.

Some people manage to keep their homes and cars in show-quality condition. I'm always envious of those people until they start endorsing rules like no shoes in the house or they have plastic covering all the furniture. I am not comfortable in my socks or bare feet with my skin adhered to the plastic. I want people to feel warm and comfortable in this house. We have very few rules.

Now that we've lost the oldies, my house will never be the same. She could devote several hours to cleaning out the refrigerator and scrubbing the range. This rarely makes my to-do list.

One of my friends makes everyone feel welcome in her home. She has very few rules. But she can't go to bed until everything is pristine.

I would never sleep again.

Getting Some ZZZZs

The husband and I are not good sleepers. He stays up much later than I do but I usually get up much earlier than he does.

Since the Belle died, we seem to have exhausted our minds and bodies. I believe it's normal for your body to say, "ENOUGH!"

This morning I rolled over and said, "Oh My Gosh! It's 8:30!" For people who usually get up between 5:00 AM and 6:00 AM, this was a little bizarre. We both feel as if we've been hit by a train. Sleep never comes easily to me but in the past week, it's been very therapeutic.

It's not just any train. We've been hit by the Midnight Express.