Spring cleaning...baby steps

Yesterday started with a 7:30AM sad encounter with the scale at Weight Watchers.  Then I worked from 11-3  at "The Other Job", sang at the 4 o'clock Mass, sang at a 6 o'clock wedding, and ushered at a community theater which had an 8 o'clock curtain.  My age is showing, because I pretty much woke up dead this morning.  But the sand and grit and dust and general clutter of the house is getting to me, so before I go off to babysit my mother-in-law for a few hours I am using the vacuum as an excuse for not going for my walk.  There is a laundry thumping away downstairs, and I have actually managed to find the bed under Son Number Two's pile of "stuff" to the point where I can wash his winter sheets and put them away in favor of something lighter.  I am throwing open the windows, airing out the joint, and hoping to fill a trash bag in the next hour.
Facebook will have to wait.  I will not get a huge blessing or financial windfall because I won't be sharing the picture of the angel or of the cuddly kitten.  Don't care.  It will be such a delightful change of pace to walk on a floor that doesn't crunch!