If you follow me on Twitter, or even just read here a lot, you are aware that I often self medicate and then start talking about getting out of this shithole shack I live in. That would require a whole lot of cleaning. Think think of the dirtiest house you have ever known and multiple by three. My depression and anxiety has kept me mostly sitting on this couch for the past few YEARS and doing the very bare minimum when it comes to house work. I have finally hopefully found someone to come help me dig out. Since I know one of the people very well, I scheduled for next Saturday. This give me a week to clean before the cleaning crew comes.
I am sitting here with my heart pounding out of my chest. As it turns out if you just sit down for a few years. Literally, every bit of activity is laborious. I’m worried I’m going to have a heart attack, so I am taking a lot of breaks. Anyway, this sounds like an awful, depressing post, but it is not! I am making great strides toward freedom. I figure it will take me a year or so to get the house together and perhaps sell it. Or once I get it back to being clean and give it some updates I will want to stay. I did discover that the room that I call the wardrobe room has a bad moisture problem due to issues in the crawl space, so that will probably be project one. But I am cautiously optimistic about having a plan!
I know a lot of you have a lot going on. I know we all want to know how English Rose is doing. We’ve got a couple of people in boots for bad ankles. So this is an open forum. And for the love of GOD do any of you have any good news?
Break is over, off to clean.