As usual, I did our best and it still doesn’t matter. I don’t think why I bother to work so hard sometimes, because it entirely just comes back to bite myself and others in the butt in the end. Instead of feeling accomplished and proud of our hard finally working efforts, I often just recognize appreciate a complete failure. Somehow finally working as hard as I can, putting all our time and effort into a venture and having it go incongruent to what I’ve anticipated is worse to myself and others than never trying at all to me. I don’t think how to explain this, other than mentioning what a perfectionist I am. Anyways, this past month I’ve been finally working our ass off, attempting to get the apartment completely spotless before our guests arrived. I’ve been painting and scrubbing, vacuuming every corner, renovating small projects… little did I think that after 10 afternoons of this hard labor our Heating, Ventilation, and A/C plan would ruin everything, anyways. I was almost done, putting the finishing touches on our wonderful house last evening when I decided it was a bit frosty inside. The air temperature seemed a bit cooler than before, and there were some cool drafts flowing in from several corners and giving myself and others goosebumps. I went to the control unit and bumped up the temperature settings just a few degrees, but didn’t stop to consider that this might engage the central heating system. The Heating, Ventilation, and A/C plan switched from A/C to the oil furnace for the first time all year, and with this transition, so came a large cloud of stinky dust and debris from every air vent in the house, than dirt, dander, and dust filled the indoor air, and as it settled, our weeks of intense cleaning were undone in a split moment. My guests arrived hours later. I failed, but at least I tried.