If the sky falls, we'll have plenty of food

I must be regressing to the last Great Depression. For the record, no, I was not alive then.
However, something has compelled me to purchase $200 worth of groceries since payday.
OK, there are exactly 2 of us in this household. Unless you count Chester. So why am I exhibiting this odd behavior? The only reason I can fathom is that I've been tuning in to the daily news. Not whole broadcasts, but just enough tidbits to really get me churning inside.

So, after the presidential debate tonight, I will climb back into my cocoon which offers me shelter from the media blitzkrieg. I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore.
Not original, but it seems to fit here.

Boring people have immaculate houses

Since I cannot seem to clean for any sustained length of time, I've taken to doing a bit here and a bit there. Yesterday morning I scrubbed the tub & tile after showering. Last night, washed windows inside & out and did a bit of dusting. This morning, more bathroom scrub-a-dub dub. But it feels like a losing battle. We have almost the smallest house of everyone we know, yet STILL I don't manage to keep it clean. Guess that means I don't care all that much. Wait - that's not exactly right. I just have better things to do. In some ways, it's a relief to have let go of that Neatnick necessity. Though, when the temps get lower and we are on the verge of confinement for the season, that clean-crazed girl rears her head, looks around and says to me, "You expect me to LIVE here? For the NEXT 7 months??? Oh, no no no no no! We must do something. NOW!"

So, for the next week or so, I shall be living under the lash of my alter-ego and cleaning up this pig-sty we call 'home'.