This is your subconscious speaking
Apr. 15th, 2005 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rikibethDo you remember those dreams that Calvin used to have, in Calvin and Hobbes, where he would go through a whole busy day, with all its annoyances, and then he'd have to get up and do it all over again for real?
That was me this morning. I woke up at a little before seven, absolutely convinced that I had been cleaning my house, complete with 15-minute breaks and the timer.
I realized that I hadn't been, but that it was trash day, and nobody had put the trash or recycling out the night before.
Sweatpants. Button the shirt. Feet into shoes. Since it's right by the bed, grab the trash from the bedroom wastebasket. While I'm at it, grab bathroom and Christy's bedroom too. Bags into dumpster, dumpster to curb. Notice that other dumpsters are lined up along the street and still full. So are the recycling bins. Phew.
Back inside. Recycling bin to curb, minus the grocery sack with the newspapers in it. Back inside again. Grab three bin liners and the grocery sack. Back upstairs. Fresh liners in the wastebaskets. Wrangle the newspapers that've collected in the bedroom. Grocery sack out to curb.
Back inside. Clean cat box. Kitty litter to dumpster at curb.
All before the trash pickup got here. Yay. Go me.
Today I want to re-set the dining room, if I can, clear up the area around my computer, and make a dent in my delicate laundry, which involves some sorting. So now that I've posted, I'll go have a shower and get dressed, and do the 15-minute trick for the rest of the day.
Damn. Too cold to have the window open in here.
At least it's sunny.
That was me this morning. I woke up at a little before seven, absolutely convinced that I had been cleaning my house, complete with 15-minute breaks and the timer.
I realized that I hadn't been, but that it was trash day, and nobody had put the trash or recycling out the night before.
Sweatpants. Button the shirt. Feet into shoes. Since it's right by the bed, grab the trash from the bedroom wastebasket. While I'm at it, grab bathroom and Christy's bedroom too. Bags into dumpster, dumpster to curb. Notice that other dumpsters are lined up along the street and still full. So are the recycling bins. Phew.
Back inside. Recycling bin to curb, minus the grocery sack with the newspapers in it. Back inside again. Grab three bin liners and the grocery sack. Back upstairs. Fresh liners in the wastebaskets. Wrangle the newspapers that've collected in the bedroom. Grocery sack out to curb.
Back inside. Clean cat box. Kitty litter to dumpster at curb.
All before the trash pickup got here. Yay. Go me.
Today I want to re-set the dining room, if I can, clear up the area around my computer, and make a dent in my delicate laundry, which involves some sorting. So now that I've posted, I'll go have a shower and get dressed, and do the 15-minute trick for the rest of the day.
Damn. Too cold to have the window open in here.
At least it's sunny.
