Yesterday, I came home from Christine's and took care of my own damn business. I kicked some serious ass on the house, at least in the major living areas. I got the kitchen as done as I can with this stupid computer sitting in it. I cleaned the living room.
This morning, Corey felt compelled to take care of business WITH me. And now I'm in the middle of cleaning the front bathroom(I have to do SOMETHING every once in awhile to combat the inevitable 4-year-old-with-a-short-attention-span spray), and he's at the laundromat with 5 loads of wash.

the last trail...the next path