vampires & dust bunnies
This horrible thing happened. It was the bird day. [You are so tired of birds, right? Screw you. I like the birds. Anyway.] It was a perfect day in California. And I ripped all the windows open and all the blinds open and fed birds and I was semi delirious from lack of sleep, having pulled an all nighter, or probably would not have been so reckless, and —
Holy. Mother. Of. God.
The carpet. The windows. The – everything. Had this faint element of uncertain and insidious grime. Like, in corners in rooms? There was this build up of dust on the carpet threatening to be full blown dust stegosauruses or something. Listen, that is only supposed to happen underneath furniture where you never look. But, there it was, in all that stark freakish California sun. A threat to become full blown dust monsters without benefit of cover.
So. Now I have to go fix all this. As in, vacuum. Ahhh! Wash windows. Ahhh! Beat out screens. Ahhh!