I have cleaned off my bathroom counter. Which really, really needed it. Wiped down half the counter with a lysol wipe (since dust wipes are nowhere to be found) after moving everything on that side to the other side. Getting the dust and some of whatever off. Sprayed it down and scrubbed with a sponge.

Used a different lysol wipe to wipe things down as I put them back, rearranging them some get get them arranged better. (In my opinion. I'm sure that Mom will find something to disagree with.)

Continued moving things over to that side, wiping them down.

Repeated the cleaning process on that side. Put shit back. Then cleaned the sink itself.

Then, since I was supposed to be doing dishes tonight, went down to the kitchen, discovered the sink was horrifying and scrubbed it, the food catcher, and the tub the dishes are actually done in.

First batch of dishes are in to soak as I wait for the water to get to a temperature I'm willing to stick my hands in. (Also, give myself some recovery time.)

Leia got exiled to the garage because I got fed up with her getting in the way. She's fine. There's food, water, two litterboxes (both of which I cleaned earlier tonight), and Carrie.

...Yes, I decided to start this cleaning jaunt at three in the morning.

lol