With midterms beginning and the first paper assignments of the quarter due, cleaning is not high on the list of priorities amongst the weathercavemates.
The weathercave is beginning to grow a layer of clutter, similar to the layer of fat bears and squirrels put on for the winter months.
My clutter, the weatherclutter, is developing a migrational pattern. When it’s time for me to sleep, the clutter moves from the bed to the chair. When it’s time to work, it moves from the chair to the bed, making stops on the floor, the desk, and the sofa along the way.
Friday’s forecast: I’m hunting for my ethics reader. I think I’ll lie in wait near the couch.