Cleaning is the Name of the Game…

That’s what I have been doing for most of the afternoon – cleaning rooms, laundry, dusting and polishing furniture, and mopping hardwood floors.  On the neat side, I got my home theater hooked up to my blogging/writing/browsing computer via an optical digital cable. My mp3s have never sounded sweeter or better. I get into these cleaning moods and have to ride the wave and go with the flow.  I probably would no longer be in the mood to clean tomorrow. I called my father to excitedly share the news. He said he couldn’t wait to get over here to see it.  So, I hope he doesn’t arrive for hours from now. My biggest pet peeve in all of life is that I need my medications and I have to wait hours and hours to get them. I kind of overdid it on the cleaning today and feel a little shaky this evening. I wish my life was as simple as taking my meds and simply going to bed early.  Dad probably won’t show up until 9:30 tonight. He’ll get into watching something on the television. He got outdone with me over the phone when I asked him what time to expect him. Tomorrow night around 9pm, I might just go for a ride out into the country for awhile.  Two can play that game.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 22, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs