Me And My Heat Rash Clean The House
That's right, the heat rash on my neck has grown very fond of me. It's at least a little cooler today than it has been for a week so I thought it would be gone...I guess I may as well start referring to it as another person. Max is in school, Philip is working in the store, and I'm here at home. I've just put on some music SUPER LOUD. I'm playing the same songs over and over. The neighbors that aren't deaf are probably not particularly keen to live near me. Well, shit, this neighborhood is WAY TOO QUIET. I like noise, life, kids playing, neighbors chatting, and music. I guess we'll have to provide all of that for everyone else.
I feel very happy in spite of the steady stream of sweat trickling down my back and neck. I love being home. I love cleaning it. I love it when after putting all our detritus away and scrubbing everything down I get to put fresh vases of flowers everywhere. I love clean sheet night. I love it when the bathrooms shine. I love this life I have. In spite of being disgusted with my fat body, I actually feel lucky to be the kind of person who can be made happy by a few hours of solitude caring for the things we've worked so hard to get. I'm truly happy. I want all of my friends and family to feel the same about their own lives. I wish I could send this feeling to all of them in a first class package.
Well, I better get started because I have a lot to do. If anyone else out there is home today gardening or cleaning or cooking: be in the moment and we'll all put that much more simple joy into the atmosphere. Cheers!