Ever since the Turkey Shoot, my house has been a disaster. I've just not had the time to clean. Not even clean so much as pick up. The clutter and mess were really getting to me, and keeping me from things I needed to do. (I can't concentrate in the mess. All I can see is mess.) So, I've spent the last two days getting things cleaned up. I'm feeling much better.

The odd thing is, 2 years ago, my house was never messy. Since my BP diagnosis and the tinkering with the meds, I seem to have lost my obsessive need for clean. Which, although it means a messy house, also means that I am no longer turning down social invitations because I need to vacuum.