eyeball loss due to boredom

I like to be busy, I mean really busy. Business keeps me from thinking, sleeping until one in the afternoon, staring at the wall, sleeping, crawling in the fridge and mostly sleeping. Today and for the last 72 hours, I have so bored I'd like to climb the wall. However, as my friends know I live in the "hobbit house", hence the walls aren't very tall (I live in the attic) and I would get far. My checkbook, the weather and my geographical region aren't cooperating with what I would like to be doing: running, laying on the beach, shopping and drinking expensive coffee.

Deep breath...alas I found something to do.

I have been occupying myself by cleaning like some sort of obsessed animal. I hate, hate, hate, hate cleaning but love the smell of bleach...yes, you should call someone now.

...the underside of the store, top of the frig, under the sink, windowsills and windows, woodfloors, hallway carpet, under the bed, under the couch cushions, under the radiators, the toaster, the pantry floor, walls, woodwork all clean...(sign of relief)

Cleaning is always fun because you find things that you thought were gone forever, like that little piece that busted off the water filter. Then there is always the untimely find of something that has gone awry. My apartment has a census of two (one person, one fourlegged critter). There is a critter that frequents the cabinet under the sink where I keep cleaning supplies, including items that could kill him. I think he missed the lesson that taught he should seek out sweet crumbs and things to chew apart. Or he was abandoned about birth by his mother and was raised by Mr. Clean and the Scrubbing Bubbles. His death is planned for tomorrow.

Ok...back to cleaning...the window screens are next.