I have been cleaning all day.  Except for eating and a twitter break here and there, I have literally been cleaning or organizing something since we finished brunch.

Accomplishments: I organized drawers, I purged my tshirt collection, I put away clean laundry, I’ve done so much laundry that I am down to those things that linger in the bottom of the laundry basket because they have to be washed by themselves.  I handwashed delicates.  I cleaned windowsills.  I requested J vacuum under the beds (because a weeklong bout of vertigo made this impossible for me to do by myself.)  I put away books and shredded credit card offers and recycled mail.  I washed both the  duvet cover AND the duvet.  I dusted, and reorganized cabinets until all the stuff on the counter could be put away somewhere.  I organized my sock drawer, even.  I cleaned the soap scum off the shelf in the shower and the toothpaste scum off the toothbrush holder.  I bought a new toothbrush.

I kept meaning to stop and rest on my laurels, but I kept thinking of one more thing to clean that would take just a minute.  The only thing I haven’t done is the ironing, and I did sort it so that it can be ironed tomorrow, after I buy new pillows.  And I’m pretty sure that while ironing I’ll be doing the remaining laundry so that the only dirty clothes in the house are the ones we’re wearing.  I may even get around to fixing that skirt that split up the back.

What the hell is wrong with me?  I have been EVEN MORE productive than when I was cleaning things to avoid studying for the bar.

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