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If there is one thing I am grateful for of myself in the present, it is myself in the past. 


I don’t know why I do some of the things I do, but sometimes the things I do seeming whack in the present don’t make any great sense until the future.  


This thing is not one of those things, but I am grateful for my past self in this present moment nonetheless:  


I set a brand new value size jug of detergent on top of the dryer, and I have been setting it there for over one week.  At most it makes only half sense because the dryer is a surface to set it on above waist height. 


I have been wanting and wanting to dust and mop the laundry room floors below and behind the laundry units, but it requires grunt work.  So I put it off and put it off and put it off. 


I confidently start a load of laundry in the wash machine and commence breakfast this morning.  While at the stove, I hear a thud in the laundry room with a very good assumption of what the thud was but not urgent because I had not started the dryer. 


I made a terrible application in the skill of prioritizing.  


I further made an even worse decision to look in the laundry room before eating breakfast hot. 


Catastrophe struck!  


Had I prioritized correctly, I may only have a travel size load of detergent to clean up off the floor.  


The good news is: the entire laundry room floor is vacuumed and mopped as I have been wanting and wanting.  It was grunt work of the worser kind. 


What I am grateful for about my past self is:  I dusted the furniture and hung the curtains with care in Matt’s office just yesterday afternoon in a moment of readiness to complete something.  #knickoftime 


After helping me move the appliances, I am grateful he had a tranquil place I could send him back to, while I tackle my ways. 


Matt said a couple funny things, and one of them was in the laundry room: “I feel like this has happened before.”  #dejavu


PS Dear Matt, 

https://youtube.com/shorts/xMFueWBl-z4?feature=share


4:34p #dayisdone Ironically this morning’s catastrophe left me a travel size jug left of detergent.  I had been meaning to refill that little travel jug, too.  Check! and Check! 

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