Confessions of a One-Track Mind

Today got off to a good start with an encouraging e-mail from karaokegal. I spent an hour industriously pecking away at Known and Unknown. Had brunch (1 PM is stretching it a bit to be considered brunch, but when it's fried eggs...), clearing several science projects out of the fridge in the process, and revised a section of Nature vs. Nurture.

Carrying on my attempts to Do Something Around This Place, I swiped down the windowsill over the sink, which led to waxing the sink (It's a light colored enamel, so intermittant coasts of Turtle Wax are an attempt to repel stains.), and cleaning the last two feet.

The last two feet of what, you may ask. To the right of my sink, there is a two foot wide expanse---I use the word ironically---of countertop, which is where I keep my folding wooden dishrack. This is where most of my dishes tend to live, as there's nowhere near enough cabinet space. I tend to ignore it, except when I'm shuffling dishes around. The space UNDER it attracts stuff, in this case, receipts, twist-ties, plastic storage containers, dead bugs and other random ickiness. Not any more!

I still have a number of things to rinse off and find places for, but so far I feel I've accomplished quite a bit!

Free meals: Four, if you include hospitality after church (salmon salad, sweet'n'sour meatballs, Chinese buffet, bourbon salmon).

Loads of laundry done: Three---delicates and knits, darks and denim, towels and bedding.

Loads put away: Two. (Towels and bedding are still in the dryer.)

Found: Black half-slip, favorite/only black leggings, plum satin vest.

Dishes done: Most of them. Including what I ate lunch and dinner from. Still searching out flatware in my room, but the situation is vastly improved.

I was pleased to discover a brand-new scrubby sponge, still in the package, which I used on the countertop and stove. For the first time in Quite A While, the stove, countertop and sinks are ALL EMPTY.

Damn, now I'm really not going to want to go back to work tomorrow. I wish I'd done all this Monday so I could've enjoyed it for a while. Not only do I have to go back to work, I have to go in an hour and a half early for training (Tasteful Lady). Meaning I get out at 10...my first thought is, of course, "Well, there goes SPN"...except that now I've got DVR, which is made of awesome. Especially when the new season starts.

I need to decide tonight what I'm going to wear tomorrow and shower and wash my hair. I grabbed a shower this afternoon because I was over-heated and ripening, but my scalp doesn't know that.