There’s a downside to throwing all of myself for months into a passionate hobby like sailing. Nothing else around here gets done.
The grass grew eight inches, and dust settled in thick layers on windowsills and end tables—reminding me of what an abandoned house must look like.
The laundry was ignored until I ran out of underwear and was forced to dig out the dreaded “thong thing” I swore never to don again.
Garbage day was missed so many times that I needed to buy “bag tags”—and used the whole package in one day.