Thursday was my son's birthday, but tomorrow (Sunday) we are having his party. This year, we are doing a Mad Science theme here in our home, which means we had to do some serious cleaning (we never really got around to cleaning for our out of town guest).
The wife and I have two very different ideas about what and how to clean. She's more of a surface cleaner, so she picked up dirty socks, swept the floors, emptied trash cans and ran the dishes through the dishwasher. I'm more of a profound kind of a cleaner; I washed the walls and floorboards, shampooed the carpet and upholstery, scraped the brown caulk from around the kitchen sink and laid down fresh beads of white. I even hired a yard crew to spruce up our flowerless flower bed, and then I pruned the trees. Somewhere in between all the cleaning, I finished and shipped a painting and worked a full shift at my newspaper gig.
So what does all this mean? Means I'm tired. Real tired. I'm going to bed now.