I've been channeling my inner Monica today. I had all these lofty goals for the weekend. The Roommates™ left the Valley of the Sun for a weekend in San Diego...LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. I remained in the ghost town. Friday I made a list of all the stuff I wanted to accomplish housecleaning-wise. Room by room, tasks listed for the whole house. However, the allure of sitting around in my underwear eating chinese delivery and watching Nexflix rentals won out over the list for the entire weekend.

(Oh. And obsessively playing with GarageBand. How frickin' addictive is that? It's like crack for me. Must. Make. More. Crappy. Techno. Music.)

So today is all about making penance for my sloth. I do believe that today I have successfully washed every single article of clothing I own. The sad thing is there was a pile of clothes in the corner of my closet and I couldn't determine if they needed washing or not. So for good measure I did. Now they all hang neatly in my closet or are folded and tucked away in my chest of drawers that I can finally see the top of instead of another pile of clothes.

Of course the clothes hid the fact the chest needs dusting. So maybe there was something beneficial about the pile.