We have a dusty house. I'm feeling good and productive this morning because I got up and straightened the house - but as I look around, I can see the dust everywhere. And frankly, after straightening, doing dishes and folding laundry, the last thing I want to do it pull out a dust rag and a vacuum. I can't keep up with our crumbly old house. Some days I might want to, but not today.
It's a gorgeous day. It feels like summer. It's in the upper 70s and humid, and between bursts of steamy sunshine, little rain showers and thunderstorms are passing over us. I'm sitting in a tank top and flip flops, wondering just what to do with myself today. David is in Chicago with Steve, getting into trouble... er... looking at guitars. So I've got the day to myself. I need to go to the grocery store (and I really ought to go to Target, but I'm not sure I want to), and I'd like to go over to Geneva to wander through a shoe store. But I sat down at my desk to make the grocery list, and then suddenly discovered myself perusing www.estatesales.net. And I found out there's an estate sale in a town about 5 minutes from here, and another one about two minutes from here. So now what do I do? Ought I be responsible, or do I give in to temptation? Estate sale shopping by yourself is not as fun, but...
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