Sitting is Good

I'm sitting here, with a ziploc of ice on my leg. The bruise is progressing nicely - It seems to have spread, and the day of limping around favoring my hurt leg has made my OTHER thigh muscles hurt now too.

 

On the plus side, we called Josh today & he hijacked Cy&Isy’s minivan and we were able to get BOTH desks moved over – the big desk in the van, the little desk in the Scion.  Which just sucked. Because of the stairs thing. But getting the big desk down was relatively easy – we tied a rope around it, and lowered it from the 3^rd floor balcony to the ground. At which point it was REALLY EASY to get it into the van. Much easier than carrying it down the stairs would have been.  Oh! And I got the goahead to toss a gutted (truly truly gutted) HP computer case. And like 3 dead power supplies. Which was fun, ‘cause I carried them down to the dumpster by their tails. I felt like I was carrying dead animals or something. (Which, depending on your views on electronic sentience…)

 

This is good – now that the last of the big stuff is gone I can really get down on finishing that place out. Last night I brought a carload of crap over, and got the bathroom as clean as its going to be.  Tonight I want to get the kitchen cleaned out, and bring back another carload of random crap.  I’m just undecided at this point whether I want the living room to be my staging area, or the bedroom… the bedroom is closer to the front door, but it also has a door, which means I could carry everything into the living room, clean the bedroom, & close the door indicating the room is FINISHED. 

 

Tonight’s Goals?

 

1)       Clean out the refrigerator. Like, CLEAN clean. Scrubbed. Toss anything unjustified, bleach the heck out of things, turn it down to its lowest setting, & close the door.

2)       Empty the kitchen counters. INCLUDING the “breakfast bar” that we’ve never used as anything except a crap repository.

3)       Pack up everything clean in the dishwasher, and under the sink.

4)       Scrub the kitchen floor. Declare the kitchen DONE, and never set foot in it again.

 

We’ll see if I manage it.