the most terrible thing has happened, i am back on a cleaning jag.
hot weather, me cleaning. the first two signs of the apocalypse.
expect me to be even more miserable as i rack, pack and stack stuff. as i sort and box, as i throw and give stuff away.
i know it is futile – a little like the efforts in helmand province (see updated the augean stables analogy to something more topical and cutting edge).
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