Yes. I broke down. At 5:35am on Friday morning, I was standing in line at the store to pay for my $29 vacuum cleaner.
Did I need a new ShopVac? No. But I couldn't resist. I had taken to borrowing Carla's. I justified the purchase by thinking of all the cat hair I'd be removing rather than scattering from corner to corner. I wouldn't have to move the big fern and found table base in the dining room to clean behind it.
And around all those table and chair legs. You know how long it takes to get the table re-centered under the light?
The tropicals that were in the dining room had to be moved. They needed more light. So I hauled them to the office. I don't want to move that container again until spring.
Even the "free" black rack from the store has a bit of Christmas cheer. I couldn't resist a Norfolk Pine. I've always wanted one. The rack actually cost $1. We have to pay for anything we take, and that's the least amount they will take. It would have been recycled with the pallets if I had let it go. I saved it.
It's the little things, like a clean house, that make days off worth it. Obsessive? Not at all. It's more therapy. I've moved on from gardening until spring. I can't think of anything I want or need to move. No, really.
It's 45 degrees outside. Something went wrong with the lights around the roof last night. I've got to get back up there and figure out what's the matter. Or I might just leave the switch off and deal with it later in the week when it's warmer. I need to bring wood into the basement too. Rain expected the next two days.
Maybe a nap first.