I did neither laundry nor grocery shopping, but I should be fine for the week.

sara, that sounds like a lot of cleaning.

It WAS! 14 windows in a lot, especially when 2 are freaking multipaned (like the french doors, maybe I should count by pane!) and 4 are tiny and fiddly. Now, I love my windows for their ease of cleaning (top and bottom flip down, else the outside would never get washed) but it is still a lot of work. And I jammed my thighs on the flipped down panes several times to the point of blood, so.

I only manage to do this once a year or so (though that one window, um...possibly not in 3 years given the scrubbing and ick??) Bottom interior halves of the windows get done when enough kitty nose prints begin to annoy me

But you cannot believe the mess it made

I can. Anything involving multiple steps and blending and pouring inevitably creates a mess for me. But that's cause I get impatient and sloppy.

Hey, guess what? TWO WEEKS.

I'm afraid the dirt is holding my windows together.

Ow, Sara!

Yeah, I couldn't tell you the last time I washed windows. Definitely not since we moved into this house. Maybe if we're here another five years, I'll think about it.

I think I've washed a window since I moved in. Maybe two.

Thanks for the offer, Ginger. I would take you up on it, but it's been revised by my sister & DH already, and then read and declared done by another person. So I am embracing "Done" and letting it go.

Opera was very good. The key was it was in such a small space. And the soprano was amazing, as were the bass and the baritone.

Ignore what my cluttered coffeetable looks like, I've got a tinge of cleanfreak to me. Not that I judge other places (unless it stinks and unidentified lifeforms are taking over, I don't rail at other peoples' dust bunnies and kitty-snotted windows, just my own) I just like to keep ahead of my grime by a certain amount.

The battle between me and clutter, however, is one of equilibrium, damnit.

Um, I have just discovered I got sunburnt today from the 2 hours leaves-ing. In places, through my shirt. Huh.

I hate this kind of traveling. We hit fog in Amarillo, where we'd decided we didn't need to stop, and drove in minimal visibility, stopping at a rest stop (and not a gas station where there's, you know, food)to change drivers, all the way to glorious Elk City, OK. Where we arrived just after ten on a Sunday and therefore everything is closed. Which is fine, because I had packed a bag with grapes and salsa and cheesebread. Except that the ice pack leaked gel all over the cooler bag and therefore I had to toss the grapes and salsa. I salvaged the cheesebread, thank goodness.

But the SO just had to make an emergency gas station run for beef jerky and nuts and Sprite, because I am not going to survive on cheesebread alone.

Oh, well, we're here safely. Only seven hours of driving tomorrow.