Because ... I'm hosting Thanksgiving!
And the house is not where I had hoped it would be by this time. The cleaning I had hoped to do last weekend was rather eclipsed by the medical blitz. I looked behind the door in the bathroom (hey, I never close it when I am at home by myself) and said, "Now if you had been doing Flylady Zone Work, you wouldn't be in this mess, WOULD YOU?". Sigh.
But I'm making progress. I declared a moratorium on non-T-day food and the fridge should be plenty clear for the turkey after I finish the roast chicken (2 more meals) in there. I will clear out some more so I can keep the potatoes in there. The veggie bins have enough room (and I have already purchased most of the veg I need). I have lots of butter, cream, and lactose-free (for squeezehead) milk for the potatoes and stuff. Most of the household stuff has been purchased and I have a list for the last remaining items.
The housecleaners come Monday; I am hoping to have the bedroom and bath tidied up, and leave the sorting through the glassware in the back room for afterwards, because it will be a more containable mess.
On the plus side, I'm pretty confident about the cooking end of things, but I'm hoping the turkey fits in my somewhat small roasting pan. Dealing with Surly Table on Tuesday would be a real PITA.
Now ... back to work.