I agree with meara, once a month really is worth doing.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I really do need to look into it again. Floors are impossible for me. If there is a wet area on the floor I will find a way to fall on it, and TCG already does far more than his fair share.
My cleaning service comes once a month, and it works out pretty well. Except that I've got to clear the clutter before they get here, and sometimes I know I won't have time or spoons to do it, so I tell them "next week" a couple times, and it ends up more like every two months.
When my blood count is low, I hear my heart beating in my ears. I'm getting a transfusion tomorrow, so at least I'll stop feeling like I'm stuck in "The Tell-Tale Heart."
When I was using a cleaning service, it was about $120 a month for a once-a-month cleaning. Totally worth it. Not only did my house actually get clean at least once a month, it made me pick up the clutter. Once I get some other things paid off, I'll probably hire them again.
When my blood count is low, I hear my heart beating in my ears.
That would freak me the total fuck out.
Fortunately, it doesn't do it when I'm sitting still with my head upright, so I can escape the Poe sound effects at the computer.
We're like art. Or porn. Or both.
Tasteful nudes, Trudy. I keep telling you, they're tasteful nudes
Things I did not need to do today - review a disability claim appeal denial where the claimant suffered from migraines. Had to walk away for a few.
My blindside for the day was Marley in my class listening exercise.
Yeah, that UPS thing is super extra bullshit for me because a) the US postal system does not believe in me because I am so rural. And b) the town where my house putatively is by zip code, is not the same as the town where I have my post office box, so every time it happens, that post office is deeply baffled by my existence and somewhat hostile when I finally work out what has happened and come in to claim the package.
We're tasteful nudes!