After breakfast this morning I felt like cleaning the house. Sometimes it just feels good to clean...clears the mind, don't you think?
It's overcast and a gray day ~ seems the perfect day for cleaning....dusting the furniture and vacuuming the floors. Of course if you can write your name on your end tables, it's obviously time to clean. The pollen has been terrible this year, but with all the rain we've had recently, I think the yellow dust is over.
I find that cleaning not only clears my head but also lifts my spirits. It's been a rough week to get through with the passing of Riley.
Gardening does the same thing for me. I can get lost in thought as I dig in the dirt.
I baked a cake today, too. Probably shouldn't have, but Galen was glad I did.
So it's been a very domesticated day. Clean house, laundry done, and cake for dessert tonight. And Otis watches it all from the back of the sofa.
I want to say thank you for all your thoughts and kind words for the loss of Riley. It means a lot, and we're doing ok. I planted a white Bleeding Heart over his grave.
