Its Friday, ya bastards.

It is perhaps a platitude to say "sunshine is the best disinfectant" (or perhaps its just to me, after hearing it so often from various politicos I was listening to copiously at one point), but today I'm testing this theory by putting our featherbed out on the lawn in the sunshine. It was not well contained in the basement this winter, so it's a bit musty and even a bit spotty from the beginnings of mildew. I have sprayed it with witch hazel as well. I'm cleaning lots of things today, I think because I like the idea of having a weekend of actually enjoying a fresh space, rather than spending my time getting it together, only to leave it on Monday morning. I seriously can't wait to roll around in the middle room with a book on the clean futon with washed pillows. Plus, DYA had the flu earlier this week, and I always like a good round of scarlett fever burn all the bedclothes to bid good riddance to the virus and sickly energy. At least in my head. Nowadays its more about second cycles in the dryer and spraying things down with febreze.

Not only did I write today, but I'm caught up on my homework reading, and so I have nothing else I'm "supposed" to be doing right now, which if often I vibe I can get into on any given weekday ('I should be doing this, I'm supposed to do this today, etc. etc.') But today -- none of that dialogue in my head. I have nowhere to be. At least not until work, but its a short shift, and afterwards I'm hanging out with vfc. Things are alright. And though I'm sometimes prone to survivor guilt if those around me are going through some isht, right now I'm instead just grateful for where my heart and head is.

When we buy our farmhouse, one of my first projects is going to build this: