I'm a basket case this morning.
After Nami said yes to the proposed lunch in my house, breath rushed through my system, and fireworks exploded in my chest. Then, on my drive home, at about a few minutes to eleven pm, I bugged the phone of my cleaner lady and the pool guy.
I have no idea why I called the pool guy since I never use that pool or the Jacuzzi beside it but I just wanted everywhere to be clean. Not that it was necessarily dirty, but Nami deserved the effort.
By 7 am this morning, my house was indeed sparkling. The cleaner lady had come as early as 6 am, grumbling that she'd just cleaned my house a couple of days ago but went ahead to clean it anyway, the pool guy too.
