I did the job sites and sent in for 4 ads.

I did a few rows on each of my current knitting/crochet projects, and then got down to today's real work.

I swept and mopped the kitchen and bathroom floors, cleaned the kitchen counters and sink and wiped down the stove and hood.

I have also shaken out the kitchen and bathroom rugs, cleaned my bathroom counters, toilet, and medicine cabinet (inside and out), cleaned the bathroom mirrors and the mirror in the hallway, cleaned some woodwork, done a bit of dusting, and cleaned one of the sliding glass doors (the sun was still on the other one).

Then I took a shower, and boy did I need it.

Can I have a job? Please? Because all of this domesticity is giving me dishpan hands.

I think I feel guilty when the R.C. is off working at a temp job and I'm not working--I seem to get these fits of energy. Also, I know she hates the job they sent her to this time, so I feel doubly guilty. (Let's hope Buehler produces a major project next week.)

Now I am going to eat something. It amazes me, considering how often I forget to eat when I'm home alone, why I don't lose any weight. (Yes, I know all about what forgetting to eat does to your metabolism. I'm just saying.)

After that, I will either clean the second sliding glass door and get out the stepstool so I can clean the ceiling fan blades, or I will go to the grocery store. I will let the Winds of Fate decide.

This update, empty of actual content, brought to you by the letter L (for lethargic) and the number 0 (whose magic we all understand).