JoVE asked, "Is someone's mother coming to visit?"
Ha! No. Most of the areas I'm targeting are not visitor areas -- bedroom, basement, study. Even so, Mike's mom is blind, so she couldn't tell. My mom probably regrets instilling in me the carpe diem attitude that makes me choose to live my life rather than spend it cleaning.
Yes, sitting on my ass watching game shows qualifies as "living my life." Shut up.
One way of looking at all this effort: I'm cleaning so that Mike and I can find space to put more shit.
Day Two: The Bedroom.
This didn't take too long; in fact, I took a long break in the afternoon to go see a movie. Cleaning the bedroom mostly involved dusting. I pulled about a hundred books that we'll donate to our libraries, then spent the rest of my time dusting the book cases and the remaining books. I wiped dust off the walls and doors, off the vertical blinds, off the ceiling fan. I vacuumed behind dressers and under the futon. We sleep with a fan running, and I took that outside with a can of compressed air to blow the dust from that as well.
It's no wonder that all of us -- me, Mike and Dodger -- have sinus problems.
I'm very excited because while re-folding the sweaters stacked on top my dresser, I found my missing watch.