It was certainly a manic Monday.
The mad one was itching to run around like a rabid headless chicken, but it had been told off for that recently, so it was tring hard not to do that again. It was on the verge though. I could tell. It’s a thin line between sanity and madness, and I think sometimes the headless chicken has already crossed it.
There was an email issue with a client in Florida, which is still ungoing, and which I am going to look at later this morning.
A new prospect called me late yesterday afternoon to make an appointment to discuss a business plan, so that could be promising. However, as I’m not a chicken, headless or otherwise, I don’t count those eggs before they’re hatched.
So, after all that a relaxing evening? No chance. It was carpet cleaning time once more. I hate carpets. One day, they’re going to be ripped up, and hardwood floor installed. One day. Until then the clowns that lived here before are making us suffer. How?
They put a freaking white carpet down, that’s how! Now it’s silly to say a white carpet gets dirtier quicker than a darker one – they get the same amount of dirt on them of course. It’s just that I know that within a week of cleaning the darn thing, it looks like it’s not been cleaned for ten years again.
So that was Monday, here, at The Eye. I fear that today won’t be a lot better, in fact there is more carpet cleaning this evening, as I got fed up moving the furniture around, and decided to do the other half of the living room tonight.
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