Well, part of it anyway. But I cleaned that part of it really well.
I’ve been bitching a lot this week about feeling all tired and hibernatey. Low energy, low motivation, blah blah blah. Today I had to get it together because my partner’s coming back from a business trip, and I know from experience that it sucks to come home to this:
The bottle of cleanser is a nice touch, don't you think?
Oh, it’s even worse than it looks. In that pile of crap on the counter are peaches that I separated from the rest of the peaches a few days ago because they were starting to go moldy. I set them on the counter, telling myself I’d take them out to the compost bin later that day. Hah.
A memento mori. For fruit.
There were also some lovely, delicious, and flavorful dry-farmed tomatoes from last week’s farmers’ market. Well, they would have been lovely and delicious, except I forgot about them:
More fruit, casting off their mortal coils.
I really, REALLY wish I didn’t do things like that.
Anyway, I got the dishes into the dishwasher, cleaned the counters, and started on the stove. It was nice and sunny in my kitchen, which is perhaps why I wound up hyperfocusing on the stove top. The stove was new a few years ago. Within a week I had put my stove-top espresso pot on to do its thing, walked away from it, forgotten all about it, and come back to find a cup of espresso baked on to the stove top. I wiped it up at the time, but it seemed baked on for good; and there it remained for years.
It now looks like this:
Shiny, sparkling, and stain-free. Thanks, Big Pharma!
Oh yeah.
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