This morning, a thought occurs to me: Gee, Jessica, do you think part of the reason for your week of nonstop nose-blowing could be the inch and a half of dust on all your bedroom/office furniture? You know, it could be.
But then, re-reading Flannery O’Connor’s Mystery & Manners, I find this: “Fiction is about everything human and we are made out of dust, and if you scorn getting yourself dusty, then you shouldn’t try to write fiction. It’s not a grand enough job for you.”
I’m not a bad housekeeper. I’m just really good at my writing job.