Out damn spot!

So, some guys stopped by this morning before 11... thank goodness I was already wearing pants... uh... anyway, apparently they came by to clean the carpets. Whit mentioned something about it, but I didn't realize it was today. My first thought was that it was a sneaky ploy to steal everything from our apartment while Whit was gone doing whatever, & I had to be at work at 11:30... but I didn't care enough to call her to verify their presence. They gave me about 45 minutes to get things off the floor and straighten up, which was nice of them. If I had been truly worried about their criminal appearance, I probably would have transported Philip & Dusty (my trombones) to the Kick Astrovan (my transportation) before I left... but I didn't. Later, after work and a few various meetings that I'm obliged to attend, I noticed an orange slip of paper saying that men would stop by to clean the apartment sometime today, which made me feel much better about the whole thing. However, I really would have preferred that they had cleaned the carpets at least a month ago... I don't think the previous inhabitants of this condo kept things very well in order, and the overall dirtiness of the carpets caused me to have much disdain towards them... then again, I prefer things to be kept in a clean, pleasing fashion, so any type of dirtiness makes me feel ill at ease... I mean, how are we supposed to think of our homes as a place of refuge, rest, and all around feeling good and such if the place is a pigsty? The carpets felt pretty darn weird to walk on while they were drying. the end.