Physical ick is making it difficult to exercise. Not exercising is I think bringing me back into depression. I'm going to try and ride tonight, but not in a competitive manner.
Cleaning my room tonight. slow, but progress. Barb has been in the studio doing some severe cleaning and sorting. Somehow that is alienating and... threatening? Not the right word, but in a similarly invasive vein. I'm glad she's doing it, because it will make it tons easier for me to go through the stuff thats there and make it go into the right places.
Bizarre misspellings tonight. Headache, sinus, likely brought about by the cleaning disturbing the uber-layer of pet dander on everything.
Must continue with cleaning. Worst is done in the bedroom. More to do, maybe much more. I just can't seem to get this spot to wash off of my hands...