Clean

OK, I admit, all the paper is piled in a closet, to be dealt with upon my return.

But other than that: clean! My apartment has been dusted, scrubbed, vacuumed, mopped, and generally rendered fit for human habitation.

And what, pray tell, motivated this excess of violent activity, as we know (see above) that I am profoundly LAZY? Well, duh. I'm getting a cat. And the place has at least to be clean for the cat, doesn't it?

It's a side benefit that my apartment hasn't looked this good in a year. And that I could now actually invite a human being over without being mortified.