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Waaaaigh cleaning!

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070309/ap_on_go_co/gingrich_affair -- I really don't know how to summarize this.
http://tubesdance.ytmnd.com/ -- Ted Stevens. Yep. (and for those who have not yet met ytmnd, audio warning. Please consider a ytmnd.com link an audio warning.)
http://www.poststar.com/articles/2007/03/09/ap/headlines/d8noqi202.txt -- um, told ya?
http://cbs13.com/topstories/topstories_story_068025357.html -- I'd purify too after a visit from the Shrubbery.

Plausible, yet very wrong name for the household vacuum cleaner: "rug-muncher". It slurped up an ornament hanger, so I wound up pulling that out and then spending a half-hour getting all the accumulated hair and other fiber out of the bristles. Whee, the cleaning. There is space on the floor now, which was what was needed, and it is clean space on the floor. (The floor is not so bad, but I want to do things right, you know?)

Laundry is happening. Yay, laundry. The kitchen has been whacked around some, so while it's still not what I would like it to be, it is not making me scream and cry and shudder with horror.

Top-layer futon peeled off my bed and lodged on the floor in what would be the dining room area if we actually used it. Note: this is a tiny studio apartment. Two people (not sharing a bed, which makes a difference in available space) are living here; we shall be having a house-guest! For a week!

Right now I'm on the bedding-washing leg of the laundry. The first two loads are washed, dried, unloaded, and happily residing on the table until I get my act a little more together and get them into the closet where they belong. Yay closet. This apartment is crazy, for the record. It's a good kind of crazy, but it's still a kind of crazy.

I have a couple pairs of socks to return to Target. The fit is not quite right -- a little tight around the top of the calves, not quite not-right enough that the one pair has to be returned, but the other two pairs that I got when I thought they would fit right have no reason to remain anywhere near my wardrobe. I'm thinking I'll leave a little early and do that first, because that would make sense.

I also need to call Darkside sometime this evening, because I owe him a weekend call that is not me hyperventilating over the sheer lack of clue that the end-users have. And I should explain the thing with the monitoring system.

OK! Time to go!
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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