That's fantastic news, Chris.
Fred, I'm so sorry to hear about Joey. Stupid shorter lifespans than ours.
We divide and attempt to conquer. H is clean-as-you-go guy in the kitchen, and I've just picked up the habit. If there's not a pile of stuff, it's easy to wash a plate, a glass, a fork. If there's a few things dry in the drainer, it's not a problem to put them away.
But he's the worst.ever. about leaving stuff--"I'm gonna get back to that, I'm not finished going through those papers," and goes off and builds a tree fort or something. He *strews* things: boots, jackets, gloves, hand tools, baskets and stacks of clean laundry. He works hard and takes on tasks, but he really has trouble finishing, like, ANYthing.
So I'm the cleaner. I scoop and stack and shelve and file...and remember where *I* put it, because gods know he doesn't remember where he left it. I'm a tidier. Square corners on those stacks of books and magazines, clothes and dishes and papers picked up and put away. I will run a swiffer over hard surfaces, tops of picture frames, lampshades, etc. But below ankle height? Not my domain, man. I will scrub the hell out of the range hood or the fridge/freezer gasket while the coffee drips, but I don't do floors. Or tubs or showers. There's a squeegee I use on the shower walls and door, shoot some scrubbing bubbles on the floor, let it set a while and hose it down with the hand shower next time I go in the bathroom. Toilets? Yup, inside and out. Kitchen and bathroom sinks? Sparkle. Mirrors? Frequent wipe-downs.
H does the laundry, I do the folding, we both put away our own (do not look at the basket and a half of unfolded unput-away stuff on my closet floor. It's an aberration).
He cooks, I clean up. It works. We'd both be a lot happier to strip out all the carpet in this place and replace it with hard surface, swifferable flooring, though.