Good Lord. Things had gotten out of hand. Those of you who know me know that my preferred state
for the house is "Better Homes and Gardens on their way over to photograph for cover." But the
state of my house often is "Rock band just got drunk and trashed the place." The clutter had gotten
to the point where I was having difficulty breathing. It was time to clean.

I'm glad that I live in a time where my idea of cleaning
revolves largely around the command "release the robots!"
Higgens and Benson vacuumed for a couple of hours.
 

Three photos, two paintings and one sculpture hung, front door weatherstripped & repaired,
two bags of trash removed. Kitchen sink scrubbed, bathroom scrubbed, stairs swept,
Cheery blaze in the fireplace, reading "The Devil's Teeth" sitting
on the sofa with the cats. I feel much better.