As I am often wont to do, I am typing in my pjs. At 11:41am. At the kitchen table.
If the FedEx guy should happen to show up at the door and need a signature? The package will have to be redelivered. I ain't showing him my flannels.
See, I'm going through the bag of stuff I took on vacation. Which, as usual, was overstuffed. Overstuffed with stuff I thought I'd get to. But, as usual too, I didn't.*
I blazed through a record four magazines/catalogs, clipping as I went. And one of the articles that caught my eye mentioned a woman I hadn't caught up with in a blue moon. Fly Lady.
For those of you unfamiliar, Fly Lady helps you keep your abode clean by giving you a daily task in your house that takes about 15 minutes. The house is divided into zones and you attack a new zone daily, thereby increasing the likelihood that you will "touch" every part of your house over a period of time.
I've known about this website for quite a while now. But, true to form, I lost track of the website, then I lost her name in the neuron passages in my brain. And, finally, I just stopped thinking about it.
My house can attest to that last paragraph.
But, that's really not why I write all of this. It's the following, when I signed on, that seemed like a message from God Almighty:
And I quote Fly Lady "Finding Your Path Starts With Getting Dressed!"
I didn't know whether to laugh or duck for cover since thunderstorms are eminent today.
I guess I'm going to take that as a sign. Instead of sitting around sporting nightwear, I'm going to actually put on clothing that I can answer the door in.
Nobody ever said progress was made with giant steps.....
*But, honestly, I did a LOT more than I expected since I was awake most of the way going and coming. That, in and of itself, is nothing short of a miracle. I'm narcoleptic in the passenger seat.