There is a terrible thing happening in my house and that is: cleaning.
Normally I am quite relaxed about cleaning. I care about the surfaces on which I prepare food, and I like my clothes to be fresh, and if I find myself walking over crumbs on the floor I will address them, but I don't typically worry about vacuuming until I notice dust bunnies commuting en masse to their manufacturing job across the room.
There are certain things though that do prompt me to clean in a big way, the kind of way that leads to redecoration that includes painting etc. It's not that bad yet. But there is just enough going on of the various factors that keep me from being able to sit down on the sofa with fiber to - well, keep me from sitting down on the sofa with fiber. And the worst? I'm kind of getting addicting to shiny bathroom tiles.
Oh how I miss the motivation of Christmas Knitting, when I could ignore everything and let the mail pile up because otherwise X would not have his/her present. Also, the TV programming was awesome. Lately, not so much.
Instead I have been going through things that cn't be ignored any longer, and the more you do that, the more you notice other things that can't be ignored any longer, and it goes on like the reflections in two mirrors that don't quite face each other.
And all the while you're finding things to put away that remind you what you'd rather be doing with this particular leisure time.
Looking through old knitting articles that might be timely for current projects
Playing with the vintage tool collection
Swatching out the idea that's been waiting more than a week now for your attention
And still, you're cleaning.
It can't last forever, can it?