Clean!

OK, I admit, all the paper is piled in a closet, to be dealt with when I get back from Vegas.

But other than that: clean! My apartment has been dusted, scrubbed, vacuumed, mopped, and generally rendered fit for human habitation.

And what, pray tell, motivated this excess of violent activity, as we know that I am profoundly LAZY? Well, duh. I'm getting a cat. And the place has at least to be clean for the cat, doesn't it?

It's a side benefit that my apartment hasn't looked this good in a year. And that I could now actually invite a human being over without being mortified.

There's a decent chance that having a cat on the premises will actually make a better person of me. I suspect I'll be more likely to keep things tidy and to get up in the morning. And nurturing another mammal (especially one that purrs) will probably make me feel like I'm actually contributing to the world in some way.