So I have all these great, to me anyway, story ideas and absolutely no desire to write. Starting a new story has always been one of my major problems, but today I am just not even in the mood to start. And yet, I want to write. Am I contradictory or what?

This is probably the result of knowing Nancy is coming tomorrow and the house is still not in what I consider a presentable state. So while I want to write, I feel a little guilty about it because I have all this other stuff to do.

Of course, I may be rationalizing since I am not feeling particularly bad about making this journal entry and it certainly isn't helping to clean the house.

Of course, I wouldn't be me if I didn't procrastinate.

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I have disassembled and cleaned the stove, scrubbed down the kitchen counter, and started dinner. I think I am now entitled to a break. Of course, the guest room still isn't finished, but it won't be a long break.

I haven't heard anything from either Clarion yet, but that's not a big surprise. Still won't keep me from attacking the postman (and it is, in fact, a man for those who are concerned about political correctness) when he arrives with the mail.

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I hate cleaning. I have stripped sheets, swept floors, rearranged furniture, moved old cages out of what was the glider room and is becoming the puzzle room.

I even set up my altar. Of course, I still need to get god and goddess figures for it, but everything else is in place: the cauldron, the mortar and pestle, the athame, my stone circle. Oh, and the incense burner.

The altar was kind of fun, but everything else was just annoying. At least it was in retrospect with an aching back and a minor headache. I seem to remember thinking at the time (four hours ago) that it was sort of nice to be productive.

And it is. But, I have two bathrooms and the entire house to vacuum. It's all a matter of perspective.

In happier thoughts, when I finish all this I can start Probablilty Space. It's Nancy's newest novel, and it's dedicated to ME! Woo hoo!

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It's done, it's done, it is done! The housework is done. And it's only 6:30 pm. Woot!

I am taking tomorrow off from doing anything even remotely like cleaning.