Saturday, November 21st, 2020

The cleaner is coming this afternoon. She hasn't been here since August. I really need help about once each month, but we’ve been delayed by the lockdowns and all that. I texted her a few days ago. I’m tempted to warn her that she might need a hazmat suit, but she might not know the word. This morning, I sleep later than I expect, get up, get breakfast, then sleep some more at my desk. I don’t get outdoors at all. Rain falls for much of the day. The sounds of rain and thunder lull me into inaction. I do a bit of cleaning on my own after I eat lunch, putting away stuff that needs a clear place to go. I run the vacuum robot, but it doesn’t work as well as it usually has. It drops some things after picking them up and acts as if it’s bumping up against things that I can’t see. Before I run it next time, I’ll have to flip it over and see if I find what’s making it do this. I have some ideas. I set up my keyboard to record another 75-minute solo, but don’t have time before the cleaner arrives. The music has to wait until later, along with my laundry and other obligations. A busy evening awaits, then on into the week.