Still cleaning: score so far is Bathroom, completed, and Bedroom!Sam, floor-sanitized but not put back together. My chemical allergies being what they are, I had to do my bedroom with plain old vinegar, and it smells like I've had a visitation from the Spectral Pickle Factory, but at least now it's the cleanest it's been since we moved in, and possibly actually even cleaner than that. It looks as though we dodged several bullets, as General Nastiness Potential goes; the front entry smells a little suspicious, since the storeroom there got wetter than we'd initially thought, but so far the only actual mildew to turn up was under a shelf in the bathroom that I'd thought had feet when it was really flat to the floor on the bottom. Dog-tired, though, and miles to go before I sleep.
Oh, and did I mention the other fun and excitement this weekend? The doorbell rang at 6am Sunday morning, and rather than neighborhood pranksters or Mormons (we've had problems with both), it turned out to be a tow truck crew informing us that someone had sideswiped our street-parked car in the night. Fortunately the other party was responsible enough to call it in and carry insurance and all that, and we didn't even get the worst of the crash (that would be the SUV she hit second, and crammed into car #3's trunk in the process), but hell, what a week. The kicker is that the driver told the police she was swerving to avoid a cat, which given my running feud with Snip's neighborhood boyfriends is a surprising escalation in violence, if true.
Oh, and did I mention the other fun and excitement this weekend? The doorbell rang at 6am Sunday morning, and rather than neighborhood pranksters or Mormons (we've had problems with both), it turned out to be a tow truck crew informing us that someone had sideswiped our street-parked car in the night. Fortunately the other party was responsible enough to call it in and carry insurance and all that, and we didn't even get the worst of the crash (that would be the SUV she hit second, and crammed into car #3's trunk in the process), but hell, what a week. The kicker is that the driver told the police she was swerving to avoid a cat, which given my running feud with Snip's neighborhood boyfriends is a surprising escalation in violence, if true.