Ravings of a Textual Deviant

I’ve had to step up my hours at the lab lately, and as a result, my normally haphazard housecleaning has become downright hazardous. Things aren’t likely to slack off ever until well into January, and that’s an optimistic estimate. It’s been driving me crazy, but I hadn’t been able to bring myself to do anything about it. (I don’t know how my dad can expect me to put in all kinds of unpaid hours at a moment’s notice for his business and expect me to produce his grandchildren at the same time. Frankly, I’d rather not do either, but I’ve chosen the one that’s easier to live with. But I am not going to open that can of worms until I finish the worms I already have.)

Serendipitously enough, a friend of a friend is relocating here, and interested in picking up some income until she can find a job. I’ve met her, I like her, and I am completely assured of her competence and reliability. And I am told that she was pratically ready to crawl through the phone line to come over and clean my house. Nobody should be that excited to clean my house, especially given what I’ll be able to afford to pay her. (Reasonable, although not as generous as I’d like to be. Circumstances do not permit.)

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