Squeaky Clean

Well, my headache is mostly gone. That's good, I guess. Today is the day that Terry is traveling to Terrell to perform the Spring Concert at the First Baptist Church there. Our church and their church combined choirs and orchestras and put on this big shin-dig at our church last week. This week is Terrell's turn.

That leaves me kind of on my own for the evening. So far I've eaten an inordinate amount of whole grain pasta and sat around watching the special features on my favorite DVDs... yes, I'm that bored.

I'm about to head home and start cleaning the apartment. Funny, I actually like to clean. I hate the IDEA of it, you understand. I don't walk around thinking "Gee, can't wait to clean the toilet today." But once I get into my cleaning clothes (ie: anything previous ripped, maimed or stained), put on some music and get that water running (I'm a sucker for running water), it's actually pretty fun. I normally have one big clean-out every month. Well, okay, every two months. Well... I do when things get too gross for me to stand, how's that?

I'm lucky that dear Terry doesn't seem to notice much. He's big on "a place for everything, and everything in its place." He hates things being left out, and he hates clutter. He also hates loose hair and weird smells, but then, so do I. If it does not fall into one of those categories, he blissfully ignores it. The opposite of me. I can tolerate clutter more then I can tolerate any kind of soap scum or dirty floors. Between the two of us, we'll always have a clean apartment! =)