K. is attacking the much neglected bathroom walls and ceiling with a sponge mop.
there are shouted curses and various exclamations coming from the room now.
Spike is hiding under an armchair.
I'm sitting near that armchair on the floor, wishing I had taken a shower earlier.
(crash! argh!!)

It was supposed to rain today, and I was so glad, so much to do, so much easier when the sun isn't shining, shining, beckoning.

I missed seeing Joe Goode the other night when I was so sick (oh, hours of clutching my stomach and moaning), and I am pissed. I got to the restaurant where K. and I were meeting friends, and everything started going WHOO-ooo-WHOO-ooo and I took a cab home.
so now it's Sunday at 4:30, and as usual, I'm congratulating myself on having done my laundry, and wondering if I can really cram all that homework into the next 3 hours.
sigh.