It's hard to wash a colander.
The thing I dislike washing most is a pizza cutter.
It looks like my ginormous gardenia bush has gone almost entirely barren. Just a single bloom.
I may have to have it taken down. It's been a glorious friend for lots of years. My mother said that gardenias made her think of the days after Dale died; apparently I had them all around the house. I honestly don't remember a lot from that stretch of time.
Today hasn't seemed like a Wednesday at all to me. Am I the only one? It's seemed more like a weekend or something.
In I-want-to-move-but-I-need-to-clean-anyway news, one dresser has been completely emptied. The book chest at the foot of my bed is empty. The kitchen is as bare as it can be with someone still using it.
On the other end of the spectrum: my Lincoln books case is full. FULL.
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