Messy

Mitch is gone, in Minnesota for a couple of days, and I am holding down the fort. Next week is our last real week in Chicago. We're having a garage sale, tomorrow. I'm supposed to get ready for it while Mitch is gone.

You guys, I do not pull my weight around here. My friend, Jamie, and I moved the couch on Wednesday, and the dust exposed from under it, I've left untouched. It's awful. I can't bear to put dry swiffer sheet to swiffer rod. And I just realized sitting here, on this end of the table, that this used to be Mitch's side. I can't sit on my side of the table because it is piled up with too much crap.

If you see Mitch, say a kind word to him.

Also, here's this:

Post by Alvaro Villagran.