Motivation activation

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Date: 28 July 2008 11:18:44

Not bad, I reckon, for an in-between-coffees session. One trip to the shop (OK, so who noticed I just slipped some clothes on over my PJs? I work better in PJs for some reason - Flylady stick that in your pipe and smoke it - so it made sense just to make myself only slightly more presentable!) to get rubber gloves. One dishwasher emptied and reloaded and just waiting for this coffee mug before it starts whirring away. Tumble dryer emptied.

Kitchen bustled around - all the almost-empty cardboard cereal boxes emptied and folded for a trip to the tip. A rather unpleasant bag of potatoes consigned to a binbag. Both lobbies and the wetroom cleaned from tip to toe, including doing the floors by hand. All the mirrors in the house cleaned and polished (Flylady, I think the mirrors have an even greater influence on the morale than the kitchen sink... provided you don't look in them, of course!). Oh, and a couple of spiders made sadly homeless and evicted onto the streets. Doubtless they'll be back.

Mousie the gerbil is miraculously still alive. He is so elderly that he could do with a gerbil-zimmer and he's virtually blind. In some ways I wonder whether the kind thing to do would be to have him put to sleep, but then that would still mean his last hours being spent mauled into a tiny box, carried through the heat of the day down to the vets, and manhandled to be injected, poor fellow. I wouldn't be able to nurse him in my arms like I did the cat and comfort him in that stressful situation. Is it kinder? Or is it kinder to let him die slowly and quietly in his own home? He must be fairly relaxed - it's unusual for gerbils to live so long. Am I soppy about him? Ever so slightly, I think - though whether it's because I love him despite him being so tiny and unloving back or whether it's because he was Dad's gerbil I don't quite know. Bit of both, I guess.

Right, coffee finished. Next job, find that finance form I've lost and get it filled in before tackling the kitchen once more.