An estranged friend contacted me this morning she was wondering if she could stop by on her way through town and spend the night. We’d have breakfast in the AM and she’d continue south. I responded sure, but then worried about it all day. The house is cluttered and this being Tax weekend for me, I had already pulled out bags of receipts and started sorting paperwork.
I skipped lunch and rushed out of work early — so I hit rush hour head-on. Then I crawled across the valleys, one after the other, the sun dropping lower and lower in the sky.
The low fuel light came on so I had to overshoot the house to get gas. It was fully dark when I drove into the driveway.
I called her, she was still 4 hours north. She told me that she was bringing her dog along, a lab-mastiff mix. I like dogs, I have 2 dogs of my own, one likely fine with a visiting dog, one likely not, we also have 2 cats, and a thousand chickens. It’s not a great mix for an unknown dog. I don’t have a lot of doors in my house and keeping animals separated never seems to work well.
I walked from guest room to office trying to decide where to put her with the dog, then where should I sleep since neither of my dogs will sleep with me upstairs and there’s no door to keep them upstairs
And I pondered this while cleaning the kitchen, washing four loads of laundry, folding another 6 loads that had piled up; while scrubbing the steps, and sweeping the floors, freshening up the downstairs bathroom, dusting the living room, then crawling around to vacuum with the shop vac nozzle.
So lost in cleaning, that I missed her call.
She was tired and weaving, so she stopped and grabbed a hotel room for the night. it was a great choice, and it solved a lot of problems. Instead, we’ll meet up for breakfast in the morning.
Perfect.
Plus, I’m WAY ahead of my weekend cleaning schedule.
I need to not have people over more often. :)