Guests!

I've been putting off the cleaning bit - I know the cats'll only get things furred up again, and right quick at that, but L&L are going to be there tomorrow, so there's nothing to it but to get things clean. And in my normal way of motivating myself, it's clean the bedroom, read a fic, tidy up the office, read a fic, vacuum the stairs, make cookie dough...

Or maybe not cookie dough - the UMarket's open today, and I want to swing by that house for a preview on tomorrow's open house. Fresh cherries. And if I get enough, I won't begrudge L&L their share when they get here. <g>

One thing I hate about cleaning is that I make it complicated. It's the pack rat in me - to clean off the bed, I need to start laundry, find a place for the stuffed animals I've yet to unpack (a sign that they need to go to Goodwill or something), finish putting away the medieval clothing that's in the laundry basket I need for the clothes in the wash, decide what to do with the old top sheet that goes with the shredded bottom sheet that I'm going to toss, think about going sheet shopping, nix that idea and go decide to read fic instead.

So nothing usually gets done unless I have outside motivation. And it's not as if the presence of my guests is forcing me to do things I don't want - I invited them in the first place, and I'd rather they not wince and hold their noses when they step inside the house. Doing things for others works in my little world-view. It's like putting a smile on someone else's face. I don't have to, but it's reward in and of itself.

So... vacuum the stairs, then another chapter of Xander/Spike-ness. Off I go.