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Since it's Saturday, I've been singing a song to the girls (the older two are up in Seattle spending the weekend with friends).

Saturday is a special day, it's the day we get ready for Sunday...we clean the house and we shop at the store....


So in preparation for scouring and cleaning, Ashley attached several bottles of Febreeze to the pockets of her jeans so she would look the part. I'm not entirely certain just how much cleaning she's got done, but she certainly looks cute standing in the master bathroom, ready to work.

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I'm writing and cleaning. I spend half an hour working on my book, half an hour cleaning. It's working so far.

Thursday I spent five hours at the Thurston County Sheriff's office poring over boxes and notebooks and photos of the crime I'm writing about. I found out more than I ever wanted to know about evil and barbarity in a monster's heart. I've lived in compartive innocence regarding the depravity of the criminal mind.

So, while I clean today and prepare my home for the Sabbath, I will try to cleanse myself of the darkness as well in order to enjoy the sweet uplift of spirit that the sabbath brings me.

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  1. Millie3:02 PM

    I'm doing that today too. :) I'm doing the 45/15 thing. Think about cleaning for 45 minutes, blog for 15. HA just kidding.

    Mine is working for me, too. Gotta love the time limit approach.

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  2. Frontier Editor5:54 PM

    I sympathize with you Pam. I've had more than my fill of what people can do to friends, spouses, children and sometime just people they don't know.

    Sometimes the only way you get through it is just think that there's got to be someone good out there for every bad one, and there's times that not even that seems to be enough.

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  3. WithinWithout6:30 PM

    Was not yesterday -- Friday -- going to be a difficult day for you? Or am I in a time warp?

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  4. Unknown4:47 PM

    TMM, I do love the time limit thing. It works for me and it usually works for the children as well.

    Front-I know what you mean. There are things out there that I'd really rather not know about.

    WW, yes, it was supposed to be Friday, but they rescheduled to Thursday instead. It was a long five hours of reading and going over files and photos. I felt bruised inside after I'd finished. I do not know how police officers and true crime writers can immerse themselves in this horror constantly and be able to shake if off at the end of the day.

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