1. I did my best to give the main floor of our house a semi-thorough cleaning in anticipation of the return of Debbie. I realized on Tuesday that I wasn't happy with our cleaning supplies. I didn't purchase any gadgets or little machines to help with my efforts. I just bought microfiber towels (rags to me), Mr. Clean erasers, copper scrubbers, and other everyday items.
Having them arrive Thursday evening and putting them to use today buoyed my spirits, helped me do a better job, and left me hopeful that I'm not a total bust when it comes to housecleaning, an assessment I've had of myself for about a hundred years.
2. Cleaning the oven and having that job turn out decently made me especially happy. Earlier, I looked at how badly it needed cleaning and didn't think I had it in me to do it. But, I rallied. I scrubbed, found ways to clean the hard (for an old man like me) to reach places, and used a combination of cleaning implements to complete the job -- not perfectly, I know that, but adequately, and I've spent much of my life living with and learning to be satisfied with adequate.
3. I took a break from cleaning house and met up with Ed at The Lounge.
(The following paragraph is meant to be funny.)
When I told Cas I'd been cleaning house today, yesterday, and Tuesday (not on Winning Wednesday!), he told me he knew exactly what I meant. He told me how, in preparation for Debbie's return to The Lounge, he, too, had been scrubbing down The Lounge all week, wanting to make it not only perfectly clean, but sparkling for when Debbie comes back. Cas is very nervous about whether he's done a good enough job and when I volunteered to check out his work, he told me in no uncertain terms that only one person could make that determination and he knew she would be in The Lounge on Saturday, upon her return, to make her inspection.
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