Kitchen: glowing; bathroom: glowing; self: tired.

I had Sistahs with Brushes here on Saturday to whip my bathroom and kitchen into shape. And did they ever. With a grand total of 13.5 woman-hours of work on Saturday, they scrubbed both rooms within an inch of their lives. Went through what must have been 40 rags, washed them, and used them all up all over again. I honestly didn't think those rooms could get that clean and they honestly glowed and gleamed. In the midst of it, I had to make many hard decisions about what to keep and what to throw away. I still have a small bag chock-full of papers to go through and file, either in manila folders or in the recycle bin.

I also dropped off 8 paper bags of donations at Salvation Army and have the equivalent of 14 more stacked in my living room. I would love to go through them, listing the contents into my digital voice recorder (that thing is worth its weight in gold) for typing in later, but... I am too freaking tired. Maybe tomorrow.

In the end, many, many good friends helped out, before, during, and after, and I salute you with all my heart.

Plus, I rediscovered my dining-room table, no small feat.