I'm home today, jiggety-jig, and I'm feeling irritated at the lack of effort my friends are putting into updating their blogs. C'mon, folks! I'll be back to reading Molly's blog if you keep this up. (Not that she's not fun to read.) The house looks pretty good, from "pigsty, possible college student abode" to "messy, these people probably have three children and this is the best they can do." Downstairs almost qualifies as sparkly if you're willing to ignore the permanent stains in the kitchen floor, and upstairs looks - grungy and pitlike, but vacuumed, and it's sad that this is such an improvement over before. I'm walking from room to room, picking up little bits here and there (Mr. M., is that really a tape measure you left next to the computer?), trying to get that final polish together before my sister arrives. It's funny how when I originally invited her I was hoping for some company to give meaning to my unemployed days, and voila, I'm having unemployed days all over again.