Erased evidence

I hosted guests for two weeks but the holiday's over. I now return to my regularly scheduled life.

After we waved goodbye at the train station yesterday morning, I came home and cleaned. The sheets and towels are washed, the futons aired, inevitable clutter is put away. Everything is dusted, shined and tidy. Tod meticulously vacuumed the apartment.

Evidence of guests has been erased.

Except for one final hint. My To Do list is populated with all the things I didn't do for the past half month. Three big projects and a few smaller bits all have sub-tasks and looming deadlines. It seems pretty daunting, but I'll get through it if I drink enough coffee.