I am going on and on about how PLEASED with myself I am that I’m actually in the process of vacuuming and dusting the downstairs public rooms, the parlor and the living room and dining room.
Me: “I mean, it just feels so GOOD! I meant to clean tonight; on Sunday I set an intention to clean tonight, and now I’m DOING it!”
My cousin/housemate Gabe: “You willed it, and now you’re doing it… you’re like the perfect Randian man right now.”
Me: “I am John Galt.”
Gabe: “You are John Galt.”
Me: “Except I’m wearing a skirt… and I’m standing here eating a piece of frozen mango while chewing gum at the same time. I don’t think John Galt would do that.”
Gabe: “No! No! You are the new version! You’re the superman!”
It occurs to me that if I am going to keep being snarky about Atlas Shrugged I should probably read it…