Domestickness

Spring cleaning continues. Yesterday, in a burst of ambition, I spent eight hours cleaning and rearranging my living room. Eight freaking hours, while my sons and their friends played GURPS: Black Ops in the background (they have their own tasks.) I still have a bit more to do - putting stuff back, trashing this, storing that, yadda yadda, but the living room looks good enough to allow company. Which was really the point, I guess. I've been reluctant to invite people over while the place was trashed. Mere clutter, which will not go away until Amanda decides what she wants to take to her new place, would not dismay my friends.

Next stop, the kitchen!