I cleaned a lot today. I like cleaning because it makes me feel like I am accomplishing something and it also wears me out to the point where I don't worry nor fret cuz all I want to do is lie down and sleep. I get a certain Zen out of cleaning. I would be a great little choreperson in a monastery. For motivation, I play this little game with myself so I don't get discouraged by the enormity of the task and quit without making a dent (believe me, things can get pretty bad around here). I usually pretend I am a pioneer clearing stumps from my meager couple acres of land, slowly, stump by stump, one at a time, so we can all eat. Since this hurricane business, I've been pretending that I'm helping clean up New Orleans. Again, you haven't seen just how messy it can get around here, so don't accuse me of making light of the sitch down there. I just figure if they can deal with a big job, so can I, if I just jump in and put my mind to it.