Yawn. Sorry, it's just that it's so early and I'm a little tired. I could not fall asleep last night for the life of me. Anyway, how are things? Good, good to hear. In a few minutes I'll get started with the house's daily cleaning, then I'll pause for breakfast. Then I think I'll tackle the front porch (the closed off section). I went in there last Thursday, determined to put it to rights. I left sixty seconds later when I calculated how daunting the task would be. I went back yesterday, and spent two minutes sizing up the problem before I again left. Today, I'm hoping I'll stay. You see, it's piled near to the roof with spare bits of wood, all of the wooden structures that used to be in Rob's room (bed, bookshelves, desk - all of it was built into his walls until we remodeled again). And then there's an old computer table, two old beds (ones I understand my Dad made for Lisann and Rita, that later passed to me and Rebecca, but I could be wrong), and a bathroom sink and cabinet. Then there's the huge lumber pile that dates back ten or more years. And they're all coated in a thick layer of dust and pollen. Sigh. Maybe I can get half of it done. Besides, I need time to cook - I'm planning on making curry from scratch tonight.