So it has been brought to my attention that I am weird.
I know, I know, it’s hard to believe; what with me being such an upstanding example of normal…
Sorry, couldn’t do that with a straight face.
Anyways, I’m getting ready to go on a trip with Tir to see his son.
I hate traveling.
With the fiery passion of 1000 suns.
I hate coming home to a dirty house even more.
So as part of my pre-travel ritual I compulsively clean almost every nook and cranny of the house.
(This time it serves a dual purpose as I seem to have misplaced a couple items and I am hopeful that they are discovered in the process.)
Our roommate will be home and I expect there to be a little bit of normal use mess when we return, but it should be fairly clean.
My kitty will most likely express his displeasure at my absence by vomiting somewhere in the house, but I’m also expecting that and am resigned to that fate.
So for the next couple days I will be frantically scrubbing in between swearing at coworkers that are not responding by our agreed deadlines (meaning I may not come home to a dirty house but I will certainly return to a filthy in box for work) and just generally freaking out over traveling.
For the few days after that you probably won’t see or hear much from me until my return and my body figures out what time zone it belongs in.
Until then, does anyone have any odd pre-flight rituals?
And is it really so crazy to want to come home to a clean house?