cimorene

We didn't want to pause in our regime of fixing things to clean, so we managed to do all the cleaning more or less yesterday so that we would be able to run some errands and do some more minor fixes today. We were cleaning till past midnight and my fingertips are all sore from the scrubbing. Wax's hands are beat up from brushing rugs with a root brush. Anubis got so excited by the mop moving on the floor that he had to be locked out of the kitchen until the floor was washed. I washed things that idk if we've ever remembered to wash before. Wax got so into vacuuming that she continued out the door to the porch and swept the cement in front of the stoop, which is unambiguously out of doors. "I didn't want there to be too many rocks," she said. (??)

I'm also anxious to paint more furniture now that I've started painting furniture with milk paint, because it's so much fun compared to the latex and acrylic I've used in the past.