I know it's only March 5th, but I got a serious case of Summertime going on.
Aside from the aching shoulder from all the darn snow, it wasn't too bad a weekend. Caught the Prestige, thought it pretty good if a bit predictable. Caught up on some Tivo shows. Clean the living room to within an inch of it's life. I mean, we actually moved bookshelves that haven't been moved in, oh, 7 years.
The dust bunnies there had just started researching atomic energy.
Then it was downstairs to capitalize on the storage space made available by the selling of 11 bins of comics. In doing so, I discovered...another bin of comics. Screw it, I'm keeping it. Didn't get any where near done, but the reclamation of the Lounge has been resumed after the pause it took from having relatives in the hospital. Replaced some really gross vent covers with new ones. Would have done it sooner, but it was really hard finding ones that fit a 60 year old house.
I feel pretty good, like I got stuff done. Stupid shoulder is killing me though, I'm pretty tired of this tendinitis I got going on. But we are getting the house back, now that Stella is almost 3. The first 2 years of any kids life, and the house is just not yours. Mostly because you are too tired to care.
Anyway, gotta fly.
You go have a day.