It's not even Tuesday

Moving is strangely motivating for cleaning. I still have a ton of stuff to do, but at least I got the fridge cleaned out of a bunch of science experiments gone horribly awry. (No new life forms, alas, but a few nasty aborted attempts, I must say)

Didn't you all miss these fascinating snippets of my life? It's a never-ending adventure, full of romance and whimsy and derring-do. And, you know, fridge cleaning. :P

Today, if there's time, the plan is Costco with pdaughter. Then early in the afternoon I'm going to try to tackle some of the paper clutter and put the battery of the weed whacker to charge, and then in the evening there will be house hunting.

Busy busy busy.