I may actually get something done today. And maybe tomorrow as well.
My mother was a clutterer. When I allow things to just sit, I begin to feel like I still lived with my mother and I then I just. have. to. clean. *sheesh* My excuse, of course, is CFIDS/ME, but it bothers me just the same.
She was always poorly because of her heart so we always had a “housekeeper.” She kept house for my maternal granddad, and when he passed away, my mother inherited her. I don’t have her. But I sure wish I did. Then she could make me some cinnamon rolls when I get depressed. :o]
Tom the Son makes cinnamon rolls, as well as other baked goods. I showed a picture of Tom and his pumpkin pies to one of the other Envirothon moms, and now she wants to set him up with her stepdaughter, who likes large young men with long hair and desserts.
It’s a weird old world out there!