Approaching 5:30, Sunday evening, and I’m getting ready to curl up in a clean upstairs bedroom with Lawrence. The house is comparatively clean, beyond comparatively clean, and I was productive since I woke. Man, I guess I needed yesterday on the couch, because today I was ready to live.

So what did I do? N woke me off the living room futon at 4:58AM. We crashed together on said futon and chatted until near six, when T and S woke and the brothers took over the computer. I moved upstairs and slept until seven. The boys and I watched some of last night’s NBA All Star Weekend contests while M hit Target. I ate breakfast and started cleaning, first with the kitchen then moving clockwise around the first floor, ending with the office. Next I cleaned the long-messy second floor hallway, where about three weeks worth of laundry has accumulated. Then I started laundry and cleaned the upstairs spare bedroom. After I transferred the clothes from the washer to the dryer, I worked out to the latest Burn Notice episode. The cardio and the post-elliptical weightlifting felt great. I’m even acquiring a taste for the protein shakes. I showered, folded my clothes, moved some new material (new Titus Andronicus, three episodes of Speaking of Faith) from my computer to the mp3 player, then all the downloads on the computer to the external drive. My computer is running faster now. I also made pasta for dinner. Yay me. This is what a Sunday should be. The boys are finishing dinner and getting ready to cool down. My back hurts a little but I want to hit the Y early for a pre-basketball cardio session. Life is good. Why am I grinding my teeth? Good night.