dust

trying to clean. i've been away for a week. left the house in a hurry and things strowed. picking up the pieces and trying to do it all again, i sit now for a break with a dusty rag in hand. things look better down stairs. one more flight to go and probably won't get to it today. and then it will be one room at a time until it gets done. closet cleaned out and revamped from yesterday, makes me like it in there one more time. just wish i could keep it like that. i sigh and move on. dusty rag in the hamper now and eggs boiling on the stove. i move on. can't stay here and go with God.