Ow!

I actually got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed the entire bathroom floor with bleach water and a toothbrush. It’s itty bitty 1″ square tile, and the grout–which I’m sure was once a beautiful white color–was varying shades of grimy grey. Yuck! God only knows how long it’s been since it was properly scrubbed. It certainly wasn’t done before I moved in.

So, now my back hurts. Bastards!

I also did laundry, dumped and disinfected the litter box, washed dishes, took trash to the dumpster, vacuumed, cleaned the studio (egad, was that ever a mess!), and changed bed linens and the cover on the futon. I also sorted out some magazines from my collage stacks and recycled them and cleaned off the coffee table. The last was a mess. It was heaped with tottering stacks of art junk and trash, to the point that there was nowhere to put your feet.

I still need to clean out the fridge (ugh), empty the dishwasher, mop the kitchen floor, and carry some empty boxes down to the basement.