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I am on a rampage. Efficiency Nazi these days. Am cleaning up my life. Sort of an early spring thing but in the pishing rain in January.

I am a big believer in Feng Shui and all the other hairy fairy practices that influence our lives. If I clean the junk drawer I feel like taking out a newspaper ad and sharing the breaking news. Fuck the N. Van mudslides.....I can find a pen!

I think I am doing this autonomically because I feel in a rutspin. I am possibly fooling myself into thinking that if the house is in order, then my life is in order. It is a vicious cycle that has plagued me for years. Last night I threw our several pairs of socks that had the slightest thing wrong with them so that if I so choose to grab a pair in the morning without looking, I always come up a winner. Having physical clutter in your life is emotionally and psychologically debilatating. Why would, after say 15-16 years, I keep a pair of socks that I bought in Singapore 16 years ago only to keep tossing them to the back of the pile? They're too trashed to give away but to good to toss, but not good enough to wear. The irony is vexing!

In short, I am kicking ass around this house and then going to a Burns Night supper where I will inevitably be invited to recite my original rendition of my reply to the laddies. It's a stonker and has, in past, brought the crowd to its respective knees. Wish me luck......sadly I password protected it 3 years ago with no inkling of what the fucking password is. I have 3 hours to get someone to help me crack the code....any takers?

ps:fell even more in love with our son today. He will accompany us to the dinner tonight in his authentic toddler kilt that fits my leg. Devastatingly cute.