Oh my good heavens, I am pooped. I woke up at about 9:15 after a little bit of drunken moping last night, so Ladybug and I went over to the other house to continue the steam cleaning, which lost momentum last night after I got into Lisa’s beer.

So we cleaned until about 11:40, and that was much more productive once Ladybug started heating water in the kettle while I was streaming. We basically re-did most of what I had done last night, which helped tremendously. That house looked and smelled like a whole different place.

I took Ladybug to Chili’s for lunch, because there may be no better way to tell a woman you love her than by surprising her with some of those Southwest egg rolls, which are freaking fantastic.

Then, back to the house for some final cleaning, and we wandered home with the carpet steamer in tow. Ladybug did the upstairs carpet and I steam-cleaned the bed, which had been a victim of an overactive feline bladder and hadn’t quite smelled kosher since. (It wasn’t like we were sleeping in cat pee for any real length of time, but every once in a while you would turn over, and POW!, there’d be this wave of nasty smell.)

I hopped on the lawn tractor and scooted over to the rental house, so that the lawn wouldn’t be overly nasty when Corey and Lisa move in, then headed back, showered, and chilled for a while. By that time, I was ready for a nap, but after a while, I discovered that Lisa had called s we went back to the rental house to help her move stuff in there. When we arrived, the truck was empty and everyone was leaving, but we accompanied her back to Raleigh, filled the truck up again, came back to Durham, and unloaded it all into the house. You can barely walk through that house, but she’s 98% done.

Now I am on the couch, which I do not wish to leave again tonight unless I am showering, sleeping, peeing, or pooping. That’s it. And I may just sleep on the couch, because walking up the stairs just to sleep seems so much like work.