Rare these days, I'm home for the evening.
I've been home for about half an hour and I've already eaten a sandwich, started a load of dishes, sorted my laundry, collected the trash, and started a download to protect my computer from spyware, cleaned my keyboard (i.e., take it apart and discovered that honey and cat hair make the keys stick together terribly...everytime I typed an 'f' I got the 'r' as well). I really shouldn't eat (especially peanut butter and honey sandwiches) at the computer. Hopefully I'll have a chance to finish the laundry, do another load of dishes (it's been about two weeks since I've had some time to attend to the house), pick up a bit, clean the floors, and cook something nice for dinner. Of course, I'll be happy if I just get the laundry done. :) So why don't I go put that in now?
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