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I went into a frenzy of house cleaning today, mostly because it was something where it wouldn't matter if I was interrupted. And I was interrupted a lot. Every time I tried to do anything, the Boss called and asked an off-the-wall question or gave me an obscure assignment.
One time he wanted a copy of a canceled check, but when I looked up the check number I found I'd mailed it earlier this week. It probably hasn't even been paid yet, much less returned to me by the bank. So that was another phone call I had to make to give him that bit of information.
It's a good thing I had so much house cleaning to do, because it was the only thing I could think of to do with the phone ringing off the wall. (Actually, I could think of several other things. And my phone isn't on the wall.)
Friday isn't my usual cleaning day, unless maybe it's the fifth Friday in February. I don't really have a "usual" cleaning day. I've accumulated a lot of clutter since the last time, whenever that was. A lot of dust, too. It's amazing how hard you can work, all day long (less the frequent interruptions, of course) and not see much of a difference.
Once I started, I wished I'd planned it better. I wished I had a few file boxes to store things in. That would have kept me from rooting through the garage and coming up with bug-infested boxes that I had to dump the crud out of before using. It would have kept all those nasty cobwebs from sticking (semi-permanently, it seems) to my hair, skin and clothes.
The house will look a lot better after a couple more days of this frenzy, if I can keep it up that long. I got into such a focused zone today that I even worked while the Cubs were beating the Marlins tonight, running back and forth to the garage between innings. Once I get started on a project, it's hard to stop me. It's a good thing it's also hard to get me started or I might spend all my time cleaning. | 
