V is at a conference all day, and I'm still trying to get myself up off the couch to deal with the house. (Note to self: See? This is what you'd give up if you had a baby.) It's rare that I have the house to myself; it's quiet, except for the cat pushing her water bowl across the floor.
I'm supposed to be cleaning under our bed, our bathtub, and by one of the doors: all the places that the ants keep coming in. Traps are working well, mostly, but we're both so tired of killing ants all over the house. It's disheartening.
I guess I should do the dishes too. But this soft brown blanket on this comfy purple couch is so welcoming.