Cottage Cleanup

I was hoping the cottage was not the disaster everyone was making it out to be.  It was old they said.  It was dirty they said.  All I knew was I had plenty of time and nervous energy to take on the cleanup of a small cottage.  I needed to start over and living in a small cottage with my dog and my thoughts seemed like the perfect getaway. 

The day I showed up to the cottage was the day I rolled up my sleeves and got to work.  The only breaks I took from vacuuming and scrubbing was to eat a peanut butter sandwich and to take Fred for a walk.  By the time the sun went down, Fred and I both had a reasonably clean room to sleep in and a bathroom that was functional. 

I couldn’t be certain all the spiders were out of the house, but there wasn’t much I could do now.  The sun was totally behind the mountains when I started to get nervous the light bulb was probably going to explode at any minute.  Bu the time Fred and I both had our dinners, I was too exhausted to keep my eyes open. 

I checked Fred and my beds for spiders and we both crawled in.  Five hours later, I was planning on how quickly I could leave and where I would go.  There was no way Nash could follow me everywhere.  Or haunt me forever.  Even if he was a ghost. 


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