Hurrah for being home!
I got home and spent forty five minutes washing dishes. That's half of my backlog. I hadn't washed 'em in... way too long. The basic upshot is Talon and I are discussing putting in a dishwasher.
Of course, if we do that, we really ought to replace the nasty and unsanitary countertop. And the aged and decrepit sink. And put in a garbage disposal. And do something about the ugly cabinets. And that border of wallpaper at the top of the barn red walls could go... so could the paint... and the hideous red linoleum.
Home improvement is like tugging on a snag in a sweater.
Ain't that the truth! You get one thing fixed up, then the other stuff looks shabby in comparison.