I spent Saturday cleaning the kitchen. I had intended to do this properly for the last 3 months. It was tough but satisfying. Dean says it hadn't been cleaned for 7 years. I think he is exaggerating.
Now that it is clean I am actually cooking and eating something other than frozen pizza. I feel better. Its funny how food affects your mood.
Its a new start. Tomorrow I get groceries.
A little mundane? Yes and thank God for that. Normalcy. Domestic Bliss. I love it.
Oh. One more thing. Is anyone reading this? If so feel free to comment. Otherwise I feel like I am talking to myself.