Wait, what am I saying? Of course we are. Thus making the entire opening line totally irrelevant. But it’s a common error… what looks like crazy to others might actually be someone else’s entire definition of sane.
But I digress. And overstate the obvious. As usual. You’re welcome.
Another weekend of inn-keeping with my AirBnb side gig and it went pretty well. A family this time – a Mom and her in-laws traveling here for Florida Southern College Family Weekend – and I think they enjoyed their stay. Know they liked the amenities… but then I do tend to go a bit further than the average host. Nothing succeeds like excess, right?
Yeah, I thought so too.
Again the guests were fairly low maintenance, again I didn’t really do anything but just stay out of the way, and again there was no real imposition on my weekend routine. The split design of my house is what I think makes a difference. Once I close the French Doors to my end of the house it’s over. I never even know they’re there. Until they start making coffee and I smell it… and I wake up temporarily confused because I forgot someone was in the house with me.
But anyway… it was successful for both parties, and I have to confess that I’m starting to like it. It’s nice to have someone around occasionally. Believe it or not living alone isn’t always all its cracked up to be. Having that feeling of people around is nice. Especially since they’re paying to be here.
But now it’s Monday and I’ve already changed the beds back there, scrubbed the guest bathroom, and ran the vacuum and dusted both rooms. Being hyper efficient is a curse sometimes. And clearly I need more to do if I’ve already done all of that and it’s only 9:15.
More Monday… now with actual efficiency… who knew I could do that?