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The day isn't exactly young, but it's not dead yet either. Not only did I wash the dishes, pots, and roaster that were in the cue, I rinsed, dried, and put them away. Then a shower. I decided to feed the girls, but tended their litter first. What next?
I am hoping to grab every dish, spoon, fork, and whatever else might yet need washing and put it all in the wash bin. If I can keep on it, I might even finish that, or half finish it, yet tonight. Then a load of wash in the washer. That is as much as I suspect I will get to. Then again, little things might be done along the way. Why? Because I want to? No. Because I can.
The goal is to have the kitchen done in a few days, and the bathroom. Actually, I might clean the bathroom tonight while I am at it. It will need a touch up before Saturday. It's nice to have the majority of it out of the way. If all goes as planned, I should be well into my bedroom by this weekend, if not done with it as well. I may need to sleep in the spare bedroom while I rip my bedroom apart, but that isn't too much of a problem. It is in prime condition as I cleaned up after my mother headed home. Dusty, probably. But dusty isn't a problem for me. It just clears the sinuses until I am used to it or it gets aired out. All good. Gee it's good to be king!
Yeah... How about a cup of coffee. Hey! Wait... I'm alone. Save for the girls. But they are more like long-time women. Don't listen anymore. :) Later.
Oh yes. Tend the litter first. Taffy (Taffeta Jolene Clytemnestra Beatrix Wolff) has a rather direct way of letting me know when she is dissatisfied with the state of her litter box. I try to head such protests off at the pass.
ReplyDeleteNeither of my girls have such a monicker! However, they are alterable, so... maybe in sum, as if renamed occasionally by Dr. Seuss, just not official or static. Nice job on that handle, by the way!
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