Miracles

My oldest smallest sister is coming to visit my humble abode tomorrow. She will be stopping by as she passes through to Louisville, and will then stop by again and stay for a day or two on her way back to climes more temperate.

It is a very auspicious event, its not every day that I have the prilivege of hosting a visiting missionary. I expect to be regaled with stories of hungry cannibals, transformed savages, and miracles too amazing to describe.

Unfortunately, I've been working on a little miracle making of my own. You see, it has been nearly two years since I last hosted anyway in the aforementioned humble abode. Me not being here for much more time than it takes to boil some spaggetti, gobble it down, and then trundle off to bed makes for a rather untidy place. Not having had the motivation of facing social rejection due to the state of my humble abode, things have sort of accumulated.

Last night found me scraping away at the buildup of stuff inside the microwave. Tonight found me tidying up the guest room. Tomorrow will consist of throwing all of the remaining junk into the other room. I wouldn't want the visiting missionary to catch some awful malady after surviving for years as a poor, starving missionary.