The office cleaning was worth it. Sure, my bum still hurts from sitting on the floor in awkward positions all day. Sure the bathroom floor needs a serious amount of attention. I promise I will do it after I wash the dog tomorrow. Because there is no point in cleaning the bathroom floor *before* I wash the dog. Really. But the office cleaning has unblocked my chi or something. I don't know. All I know is that I have ideas coming out of my pores and it's a good thing I have my notebook handy to write it all down. Right now I am swatching that luscious cashmere, and oh my goodness is it luscious. There is graph paper, and pencils, and erasers, and every once in a while I stop to pet the cashmere. Again.
You would pet the cashmere if you had it. You know you would.