Cleaning Update # 657,933

The cleaning proceeds apace. I have washed half the floor, and am allowing myself a small break while it (and I) dries off. Half the floor left, but it's the grimier half, I am sad to say, so it will likely take me even longer to do. *sigh*

At least now it feels like progress. I got rid of seven (7) bags of garbage yesterday (well, garbage and clutter and other stuff) and it didn't feel as though I'd even made a dent. There will be more garbage bags today, and the plan is to reclaim all of my counter space in the kitchen. Somehow over the past year Stuff has made its way onto my counters until I have no more counter space, whereas I should have about three times as much space here as in my old place.

I am one person. How the HELL did I ever accumulate this much STUFF? GRAH!

I am being ruthless, d'you hear? RUTHLESS! It all goes OUT! (Damned spot)

Checking email one last time, and then I'm heading back out. If you don't hear from me by tomorrow night, feel free to call in the ground troops for Search and Rescue. ;)

I really need a housecleaning-type icon.

Cleaning Update #1,473,298

I am never getting Stuff ever again. It's trying to suck my life away! Aaaaugh!

I am officially tired. However, the kitchen is now clean. I have reclaimed my counter space. The floor in the dining room is still not washed, but there has been progress. All the dishes are done, all the counters are very very clean, and the floor in the kitchen has been swept. I shall wash it after I was the dining room floor.

One and a half large green garbage bags only so far. I don't know if that means progress or that I'm simply missing something vital.

Tomorrow morning I put out the grey TV stand (the one with the broken door) on the sidewalk with a sign saying "Free to good home" or something, and when I get home in the evening, it will be gone. This is the Way Things Work around here. Even if no one snags it, Friday is the day when you can put large items out to be taken away by the city.

( List of stuff that's left before I go to bed )

I think that's it. There will of course be details to take care of over the course of the next two days, but nothing I can't handle as it's thrown at me.

I'm rather hoping tonight's stuff won't take more than two hours or so. I'm quite tired by now. Still, it has to be done. The Maternal Unit will be here in the afternoon, and I don't want to have her faced with the Apartment of Doom when she arrives.

So. Back to work.

Maybe I'll bribe myself with tea. Oh, wait. I'm out of milk. Blast. The dépanneur is closed, too. Double-blast.

Fine. I'll bribe myself with something else. I have popsicles in the freezer. This can be done.