I spent six hours cleaning my house yesterday. Six hours! I actually have a blister on my hand from the dirt devil. Not very ergonomic but it sucks up the cat hair like nobody's business. I usually clean on Friday or Saturday but with Jeff's cousin coming in from NY, I made sure everything was done and I mean everything. Can't have guests sleeping in a dusty guest bed. My poor hands are dry as a bone from the cleansers. I really should make a point to wear gloves. Aren't you glad I bothered to blog about this mundane crap? My chore days are all very exciting. But there is something immensely satisfying about a clean house.
Later in the evening I made a trip to my local Newbury Comics. Seems I had some music to buy. I can never purchase just once CD so I left with four. Ella Fitzgerald ~ The Cole Porter Songbook, Billie Holiday ~ Greatest Hits, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy Soundtrack and Evanscence ~ Fallen (thanks Ciance). There's a new Duran Duran song on the Queer Eye soundtrack and being a long time Duranie I had to hear it. Besides, I enjoy dance music and love that show.

So the count is now five. I've lost five pounds since February 2. I think Jeff was on to something when he suggested I exercise! (heh heh)