Yes, Groupthink, I have given up. I have an old Jez-friend coming up from Texas to crash on the chritter-couch for a few days, and I have just decided that the roaming tumbleweeds of cat hair, the unfolded laundry, the piles of unsorted junk mail, the mildewy shower curtain? Fuck 'em. We can live with 'em, she can too. And in my heart I've always known it was nothing to her, but my vanity wanted to be more presentable. But hell, we have free-flowing wine, and cats who will face-butt you, and a helluva view.
Embrace the squalor. Free yourself.