Day 10: Fictionalize the boring part of your day and retell it.

Since being laid off I have a lot of time on my hands. Time that I can do fun stuff, like write and time to do not so much fun stuff, like clean my house.

Today was the clean the house day. A not so fun thing to do, but in all points extremely necessary. So I vacuumed the carpet, dusted the furniture, cleaned the bathroom, and the most dreaded job - washing the dishes last.

The pile was obscenly high and I regretted leaving this job to the last minute. There would be time to berate myself later, right now there were dishes to wash.

I ran the water until it changed to the desired temperature of past warm, but not quite scorching hot. I soaped up my dishrag and set to washing. I realize that I use a large amount of dishwashing liquid, but I like to make sure that the dishes I wash are clean.

It seemed to take forever for me to breach the large pile, but soon enough I could start to see the bottom of the sink. But just when I thought I had washed, rinsed and set the last dish on the drying rack, ten more dirty dishes would be sitting in the sink waiting to be washed.

What?