Cleaning Up

Cleaning up is never any fun. Unless, of course, you're gambling, in which case, cleaning up could really make your day. But I don't gamble. So, as I said, cleaning up is never any fun for me. I really do not like cleaning, but I am trying to do as my Mother and Sister tell me, which is do a little at a time.
Friday I planned on doing a lot of cleaning, but as I mentioned in an earlier post, I was visited by a couple of maintenance men and a plumber, so never had a chance to get anything done other than keep Edgar calm.
Saturday I got the dusting done, and then was overwhelmed by an attack of needing-to-lay-on-the-couch for the rest of the day. But I did manage to watch a lot of tv.
Sunday was the perfect day to practice procrastination, which means practicing never doing today what you can put off doing until tomorrow.
Monday (yesterday) I did vac (clean the floors with a vacuum cleaner) the apartment, and I also got all my laundry washed and dried. So, I now have clean underwear and socks again.
Today I had to wait for a maintenance man to come and finish some work on a couple of doors, which he has, and now he is gone.
Which leaves me with lots of time to start washing the floors. But first, I think I better relax on the couch with Edgar, and read the newspaper. Who Knows? If I wait long enough, maybe someone will come by and wash the floors for me. Now that I would call really cleaning up...I should be so lucky.