Now tackling the kitchen, an even more terrifying prospect. It's bad people. Really, really bad. What can I say, I got genes for writing, fandom, liberal politics and an endomorphic body type. Cleaning--not so much.
What I accomplished yesterday was a miracle, and there's still more scrubbing to be done before that will be completely guest-ready.
Hubby deserves kudos too. After what amounts to a year of living on the couch over the course of the two convalescences, he is now in the process of dismantling his kingdom of clutter on the couch and coffee table. I'm very proud of him.