Cleaning: Day One of Fiveish.

Today, and probably tomorrow after I get home from Gramma's (if I go), I'm tackling the alcove. I'm working on clearing it out so ONLY my air conditioner is in the chest, and that I've got a clear path TO the alcove to begin with. It won't be easy. I figure I can have it done by Tuesday if I keep at it. So far, I've removed a lot of paper and books and have started to pack the rest of the things I want to keep but are in the way for now.

And I feel myself falling out, so I'm going to go have a soak (which is a good idea anyway, since I'm probably filthy from all the dust and what can only be described as "grime" on the western windowsill; that's going to have to be stripped completely and re-painted), grab a bite, and maybe ingest a bit more soda to keep the caffeine flowin'.

I suppose you're not talking to me after what I said earlier this week, Michele (don't blame you if you cut off the friendship entirely and ichiP! falls apart because pushing away my friends has become a new pastime of mine), but happy birthday anyway.