Carl's gone. The floors are swept and mopped. The bathrooms are clean. The laundry is done. My paperwork is all caught up on. The bills and miscellaneous papers are filed. The grocery shopping is done. Riley's homework is done. My furniture is dusted and polished... This is by no means my way of saying that Carl doesn't clean. He probably cleans more than me. But when he's gone, I have a tendency to get everything done, because I have nothing better to do. Is it possible to lose the will to procrastinate? Oh, and dinner's ready. The biggest clue that Carl is gone: it's hamburger helper. Beef pasta anyone?
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