Loki and I can't do it anymore.  Housework that is.  It's days like today that make me cry and wish that Rosalia and Jimmy were still doing our housework.  Our  neighbors and his relatives aren't sympathetic because they are Minnesotans to the core and don't get the value of hired help.  I'm a cake eater, so I do.

I work like a dog for several days in a row, take one or two to catch up on art and sleep, and then off to the modeling grind I go.  Loki works his ass off at the farm from early morning to early evening.  When we work at optimal levels, we have money to pay for stuff.  Unfortunately, our house turns into a sty, because we have energy for little else.  Our family time invariably suffers.  Not this time, brother! 

After many crappy leads, I finally found a cleaning service with people who seems professional and uses green products (because the super chemically stuff does horrible things to me.) They are coming tomorrow morning to give us an estimate, two hours before my dental appointment.  I hope it works out because I really cannot deal with a filthy house, and I have putting up with one for FAR too long.

Loki had one of his co-workers call me while I was on assignment in Minneapolis to tell me that he was in the hospital after a horrible farming accident involving a live wire.  I was driving back to St Cloud  imagining horrible electrocution burns on my husband.  That bastard Loki called a few minutes later to bid me, "April Fools."

Bastard!  LOL!