Spring break is but a distant memory. To ring in the return to routine, we have snow.
I had dog sitting duty this morning as the dog sittee family won't be returning until this evening and Wolfgang had to catch his bus for school. I'm the substitute dog sitter. Now this is a nice family up the street. Moved here about the same time we did. They have three boys just like we do. The kids play together a lot. The mom and I are friends, but just between us and the intnernet hacks, I'm a little wary of the dad. He's nice, almost too nice, know what I'm sayin'? Like "fake" nice.
But anyway, one thing I noticed on this week of pet sitting is... their house is kinda... cluttered. And I have this thing about clutter. Like I'm a clutterphobe or something. Every time I go there, I have this strong urge to straighten and purge.
But I don't.
And it's not all that bad. I have seen worse *shudders at the memories*. My parents' house for example. Now, they're not messy people. In fact, they're quite tidy. They just canNOT throw ANYthing away. I'm sure that's where the roots of my clutterphobia lie.
I dunno. Maybe they're right. You never know when you might need a cleaned out sardine can. Or a few dozen.
I have yet to encounter such a time, however.