God wants me to Write. And Clean my house

I sent a message to an acquaintance of mine, a facebook friend. I complimented her writing. She has a blog that I check up on from time to time. I enjoy her writing quite a bit and consider her an extremely talented writer, as well as an interesting person, and quite a role model as far as writers go. I aspire greatly to write as well as she does.

Her reply back to me surprised me. Not only did she take the time to answer me with more than a "thanks!" but she also said something that leads me to believe that I have received my message from God, as was promised to me yesterday. This is a portion of her reply:

"It seems to me, that you like to write as well...am I right? You certainly don't lack for eloquence, my dear! Beyond OS, I am always looking to connect with writers. I used to be surrounded by writers and took it for granted, now--so lonely! I have connected with some old friends who are writers and even if we are not blogging we share stuff. I am also doing some reader response/editing type stuff with writer friends (sort of like a writer's workshop) all online. Nothing formal or organized but it's fun. But I tell you because something tells me I should, don't know why. [I don't question these random impulses ;)]"

"Something tells me I should, don't know why." If that isn't a message from God, I don't know what is.

As far as cleaning my house goes, I've simply decided that it isn't fair for Rib to go to work all day every day in 90 degree plus weather with near 100% humidity and then come home to a messy house and a fat, lazy wife, eating Oreos on the couch, watching organizing shows on Satellite in the comfort of air conditioning. He mentioned last night that our bedding could use a washing and then on the phone this morning that Desi's room needed cleaning and that our clothes needed to be put away, and that since we have no plans or obligations for tonight that we could do it when he got home. That's crap. He shouldn't have to work when he gets home from work. All I do is sit on my ass and get fatter every day anyway. The least I can do is put away a few clothes and wash a sheet.

Mental note: Talk to psychiatrist about the constant stream of negative self-talk that goes through my head on a daily basis.