A quiet house

No freakish muttering, no heavy footsteps, no crazy small talk. My house is again mine. Time to get my life back to its regularly scheduled broadcast. Time to shake the depression that's creeping up on me and get some writing and editing done. I'm currently cleaning the house from top to bottom, rather obsessively I suppose. It's something I have to do for myself - I'm not a "smudger", but a good obsessive house cleaning clears the air and makes me feel I'm in charge of my house and destiny. I've got my favorite music playing, little Willow is attacking my broom, and I'm starting to feel a little less under siege.