The Working Stiff

I’ve got to clean the bathroom. My brother and sister-in-law are coming up from Tampa on Friday, and they’ll be here for a week. We’re talking on-the-knees, bleach-scrubbing the tub and everything. Sheez, it hasn’t been that long since the last thorough cleaning, but it’s that time again, damnit.

You can never win. Things just keep getting dirty all over again.

Before that, an email to work peeps about the upcoming tradeshow, and one to a multimedia contractor about our bigscreen demo action for the same.

The “stiff” part comes tomorrow after my back muscles get revenge for the unexpected tub scrub-a-dub.

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