Oh, no! It’s the Monday after GISHWHES and I’ve already reformed into the grumps and grief—complaining about the statement of my lazy apartment, who refuses to clean up after me, its [un]gracious host! But not last week. No. I let the mess mount into marvelous mounds of cat fur and worn clothing I’d stripped off… Continue reading GISHWHES: the aftermath. Team #QueHoraEs