Okay… *deep breath* …that’s better… nothing quite like having your neck adjusted. Always seems to make me feel more like myself. Now, if I could just get warm (my cube is freezing… a slight purple color can be seen under my finger nails, so I know I’m not imagining it), things would be good. *brrr*

I am hoping to finish the second Ribby Cardi sleeve tonight. If that happens, tomorrow (or tonight depending) I can rip out the top part of the first sleeve to fix the hole (stupid, freaking buggies).

This weekend will see the beginning of the über cleaning of the apartment starting with the living room and maybe even the hallway. The most important part will be vaccuming the furnature, since that hasn’t happened in a very long time, and along the baseboards. I need to swing by the hardware store tonight to pick up dust masks — I’m guessing I’m going to be kicking up a lot of it, and the last thing I need is to clean myself into an asthma attack. Yeah, I know… with asthma you’d think I’d dust more, but I’m lazy when it comes to housework. I’m hoping that by getting the apartment to a high level of cleanliness, it will be easier to keep it decent instead of where it is now… you can stop laughing now…

I also have plans to try to get to a place that sells better plastic storage solutions than I have now. The lids don’t fasten very tightly on my current storage bins, which defeats the purpose. For these plastic bins, I’m going to give a mixture of whole cloves, lavender, and cedar chips a try (although I’m also considering other things like southernwood, if I can find it… anyone have suggestions?). Even perfumed, the smell of the moth cake I got from my LYS owner turns my stomach and makes me feel sick for half an hour after I go into my fiber room for just a couple minutes (I’ve only done this twice and it was bad), so stuff that isn’t made from a big, long chemical name would probably be better for my home. And there’s the fact that my brother-in-law is planning on staying with us a week out of each month for work come the new year. The stuff I’ve got set up in the closet isn’t supposed to be used in rooms where people spend a lot of time.

Finally, don’t mess with librarians.