I did not finish my February doll display, but it's slowly coming together. I did end up fixing the stubbourn table. But now I need to figure out what's going to go on the very bare (but pink) walls.
I cleaned a bit of the bedroom (enough to make a nice big dent), put laundry away, did ALL the dishes (I kept waiting for Ch to do his share, but he never did, so I piled them all on the rack after washing them, and said, now you get to play that game of Jenga), cleaned the living room, got the trash out from all rooms, vacuumed, wiped down the surfaces in the bathroom... it felt damn nice to get things cleaned, even a little.
I have not touched my hourly comic, but I am hoping to do that this afternoon.
Wrote one long letter to a pen-pal, and responded to three emails from others. I have one more to write to and I'll be ready to mail.
I caught up on podcasts, only to have the week reset and now I've got a new pile to listen to. But also, re: today's XKCD comic, I'm pretty sure Randall Munroe listens to Futility Closet, because I just finished listening to the episode where they discuss what Nixon was meant to say if Neil and Buzz got stranded on the moon.
I filed my taxes!!!
And tonight, I have a date with Ron to see this film fest called 72-hour Mind-to-Movie, which makes up for not seeing any movies I intended to see over the weekend.