Rob's going to vacuum because I clued in on what that does to my feet. But the laundry's done, the sheets are back on the bed, the nasty floor is cleaned, the litterbox has been cleaned out and swabbed down, the dishes are done, everything slimy or fuzzy is out of the fridge, the overflowing trash and recyclables are out, and soon we can greet a houseguest who frankly has seen this place in pretty bad shape anyhow.
It's shower time.
It's shower time.