Lately I have been trying to just let the house be a little bit. It used to be if I didn't keep it orderly, I was sure it said something about me as a person. I didn't always keep it clean but when it did get messy, it meant I wasn't a whole person, I was wrong and bad in some way. (Oddly it never applies to anyone else, just to me). My mom hated clutter, I think that's where I get the idea it's bad.
So here I am. One with my clutter, and I'm OK.
Instead, I went to Sears and bought a new sweater for fall and walked around the mall for exercise. Then I made rice in the rice cooker.