Seriously. I’ve had one hell of a time keeping my kitchen clean for the past few weeks. Nothing disgusting but the spice jars had developed a tendency to fling themselves at me as I walked by. Things like that. Oddly enough, within a few hours of the huge canning derby (no helmet required) the place was just this side of spotless.
Nothing getting flung at me, dishes running through like a dream. My feet weren’t sticking to the floor (hey, I work with sugar a lot. It happens). And there was a serious amount of jam running through.
I’m hoping that I sleep like a rock. Yesterday was better but exhaustion always trumps Furies. I didn’t paint or sew today though.