I spent a good part of my afternoon "taking care of business."
It's so odd. I am now the sole support for my home and I hope that I can pull it off.
Okay, all the laundry is mine. I have to own it. All of the dishes are mine which is not really a big deal because I'm OCD about rinsing dishes off.
I am moving things out of my room so that I can have a different view.
I've taken out eight bags of trash and still have so much to do.
Whoever said "Life's a bitch and then you die" didn't have to clean up after a deceased hoarder.