Day three (four?) of spring cleaning: delirious from the dust inside I’m trying to force outside, and the pollen from outside trying to get in.

I have located 4 of the 37 missing socks. The rest are lost to time I think.

Nearly all books have made it back to the shelves (excluding the ones that keep flying back off of their own accord).

The dishes are not done. They somehow keep recruiting new members to their clandestine gathering sink. Many are dealt with but more keep arriving.

I strive.