Last night while cleaning I put on CSPAN and watched the White House press guy Scott McClellan do a whole lot of talking while saying … absolutely nothing. I have a hard time believing its possible for anyone to speak that long without making any points, but then scrolling through Blogtimore I found an area blogger doing the same thing, a barely passable essay that would’ve flunked for a lack of independent thought (and a lot of the “talking points” McClellan kept repeating showed up, too).

But McClellan is the White House press secretary! Good god - why did they ever let Ari Fleisher go?

… I could have put the bedsheets in the dryer that isn’t working. Y’know, the one I had my towels and clean clothes in. The one that just ate $1.50 in quarters. Oh well, that’s why I’m glad we have two dryers — they only seem to break down one at a time, and this way I get to go to sleep as the other dryer dries what the first dryer was supposed to.

I’m going to sleep on my clean, clean, clean sheets.

(After I shower).

I’m beat.

Work ran late tonight — it was steady most of the night, then dropped off, then we got a late hit. It kept me and the late driver out on the road so long that by the time we got back and were able to start our late/closing chores, the store had been closed for near sixty-minutes. Don’t get me wrong — I’m not complaining, my last three deliveries netted me $25 in tips, and that’s enough to keep my gas tank full for half a week.

However … I would have liked to have been out by ten tonight. This is especially problematic seeing as how my plans for tomorrow got ruined by Sketchy’s car trouble. See, I fumigated today, and need to have my apartment cleaned and cat-friendly by tomorrow afternoon when I pick up the cats. They’re spending the night at the animal hospital and are, I suspect, going to be rather unhappy with me tomorrow.

I do have a plan, but that calls for me to convince Mark to drive and Sketchy to work inside. I don’t think that’s a problem, it’s just that Gary isn’t working, and I don’t think James would care to work inside with Sketchy — primarily a driver — and the new guy. We’ll see.

In any case, my plan was to do some light cleaning tonight, then bust everything out tomorrow. Well, what with now needing to work tomorrow afternoon, I’ve been busting my butt trying to get as much cleaning done tonight as I possibly can. I think these forced situations are good for me, though — procrastination, thy name is Snay.

I had mostly finished cleaning the kitchen before I left for work tonight (er, yesterday night). Returning home (close to a quarter of midnight — had a dog to walk & all) I finished that up, ran the dishes through the washer, and cleaned the living and dining rooms. The foggers (I used all three - one each in the bedrooms, and one for the lr, dr and kitchen) didn’t leave as much of a mess as I’d been expecting, but I took the precaution of cleaning each shelf with … eh, whatever cleaner I had at hand. Orange something or other.

The kitchen table is at the moment a bit stuffed with “stuff” … instead of trying to put away all the coins, nick-nacks, odds & ends and assorted other stuff I found while cleaning, I figured it’d be faster to sort through all of that tomorrow at some point. I did two loads of laundry — clothes in one, bedsheets in the other. Once I fold them, I think I’ll call it quits for tonight — I’m absolutely beat.

Tomorrow I have to clean the bedroom, the den (really, the larger bedroom), and the bathroom. I’m hoping to get one of those done before work, but it’ll probably be before 4 before I get to sleep and I have to be up at 10:30ish at the latest if I’m going to walk the dog before work (and I want to). I should still have about two hours to clean in the afternoon before I have to pick the cats up (I have to pick them up by six at the latest, but I work at five, so I’ll shoot for getting them around four).

It occurs to me that if worst comes to worst, I can close off either of the two bedrooms from feline access. So tomorrow I’ll start my cleaning with the bathroom, then aim for the bedroom then the den. The cats put up a fight if they’re locked out of the bedroom — I don’t know why, but it could be because they like sleeping on the dirty clothes hamper. They’re going to be out of luck — I’m going to bag my dirty clothes in plastic bags until I have the opportunity to wash them. Reminds me — I need to get stuff to the dry cleaner…

I don’t know what is exhausting me more — cleaning up from this nuclear option, or the realization that if I don’t do it again in three weeks, this will all have been for naught?