Ship’s Log, Stardate 76136.7: Solitude

Solitude is golden. The music is pleasant, and I am taking my time with a list of routine tasks. One of my sisters will be in town in about a week, and I get to host. But I have time to sister-clean at a relaxed pace. Sister-cleaning is a step or two below mother-in-law-cleaning, since she has no expectations. Mrs. M. has the expectations, but she’s out of town.

Stardate? IDK, it appealed to my inner geek. The ship’s upright, on an even keel, and I’m washing laundry and dishes, and recycling and disposing of ballast. Eventually I’ll bleach the floors again.

If I had a crew, I’d ask them to clean, and they wouldn’t know where to start. I threatened Mrs. M. I was going to buy a bookshelf. If I find one that fits, it’s mine despite her first reaction. 😂

What I wouldn’t do for a defined place for everything, a replicator for what I need, and a dematerializing phaser for anything else…

Zzzaappp!

“3 AM and all is well!”

“Same as it ever was… Same as it ever was…” Eventually today I’ll try to sleep, the coffee pot will start brewing, Mrs. M. will awaken, and I will face the wrath of the not-quite-empty sink with a few dirty dishes I neglected to hand-wash. But, for now, the blissful grip of insomnia has not released me from its clutches, and Mrs. M. sleeps the sleep of the exhausted saint.

You’d think by now I was exaggerating, but you’d be wrong. “3AM and all is” quiet, save the soft vocalizations of Bob Ross and his “happy little trees.”

How loudly, by contrast, will Saint Misses clatter 4 dirty dishes in her efforts to get to her job? Loud enough to awaken me? Only 3 hours will tell. Meh. I washed the rest.

I wonder if I’d sleep soundly playing death- or thrash- metal on headphones…

I’m kidding, I move too much in my sleep and dislike cords and things touching my ears. If I did have headphones, I’d have accidentally strangled myself already. And, Mrs. M. hates my music, played at any adequate volume.

There’s already a list of expectations for my Friday, now including 4 dishes left dirty. I hope all your dishes are clean and your honey-do list can be delegated away. Mine can’t, so I’m going to close my eyes to spite insomnia and see what happens.

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