Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty.

I just performed one of the most disgusting cleaning tasks, which was removing months of layers of dust and grime from the kitchen ceiling fan. I couldn't even get it totally clean because it was too high up and at one point I suddenly got a burst of vertigo and nearly fell over. It scared me enough to deem the project "clean enough" and I got down. I have weeks of clean clothes to put away and mail to sort and papers to put away, but all I want is to ride my bike to shady patch of grass and read a book.

Little by little we meet in the middle, there's danger in the dark

This one's for you, grocerygetter