My kitchen is (more or less) ready for action now, so to speak. It'll need to be; oftentimes I do not get around to cleaning in there, except on my days off. I bought a lot of mason jars and some neat little ten cent bottles that are already pre-labeled for spices and dried herbs, so I made use of what needed to in order to put the dark little cabinet that I keep my spices in check. It took a lot longer than I wanted to in order to clean everything and to re-season two of my less used skillets, but hey, it's done.
Now I just have the rest of the apartment to clean.
So, hey, I don't know if you realize the gravity of the situation of having to take care of a large book collection that needs to be displayed properly, but I am now having the realization that I am way over my head as I look at the things that I have festooned on the ground. it's too goddamn much, man!
I at least need to get to the bathroom this time. That bath tub is going to start growing a colony of sentient life if I keep it up. I can't shower with the knowledge that I am washing away a small village of creatures pleading for mercy each time I want to get customer stank off my ass. I have enough issues as it is.
Now I have the choice of what to watch/listen to as I work. I COULD do my usual viewing of Hoarders to incentivize me to not be that one person one day who shrieks as her grand children are carrying out bags of cat feces with one or two of my books at the bottom of the bags because how dare the bastards not let me go through the biohazard orange bag for maybe that copy of a bad fiction collection that I got for free, anyway, might get tossed out?
OR I could listen to Super Best Friendcast (like I was already doing when I was cleaning the kitchen) and breeze through some FTL and invariably end up playing it more than cleaning.
Any way you look at it, this house needs cleaned before I can properly enjoy spring. And maybe I can find some more things to sell to subsidize my need for moar things without dipping into my pre-tax return cash money money dollar sign.
Gonna kill this cat, if he keeps bothering my jury-rigged herb garden. Yes, he will perish.