Batting cleanup

I am sure I should be painting the rest of my living room right now, but it's time to sit still for a moment. This morning, I cleaned out my fireplace and cleaned my bathroom floor. I scrubbed up the bathtub. I packed up another box of stuff from my kitchen. It seems the deeper I dig into the process of cleaning and packing up my house, the more insurmountable it feels.

It smells like bleach in here. Bleach and this other stuff:

Not the worst smell, but my afternoon trip for groceries was a welcome change in atmosphere. 

When I returned from the store, there was a sign up in the yard right next door to mine. It appears that Man Boobs is selling his half of the duplex now. I kind of saw this coming. He had actually been making repairs over the past month, and that is a bit unlike him. 

For now, it's time to comb my hair and head over to Cas's apartment. We have plans to stay in, eat pizza and determine if Frank and Claire Underwood are still horrible people. My money is on yes.