When visiting my ex spouse's house people are treated to the demonstration of how the heavy steel garage door finally lifts with a machine opener, not a strong back. I nearly killed myself a couple of times opening that thing when I lived there. He put that opener in early this year.

This morning I tackled one of the jobs that goes a long time before being addressed, but I am trying to do some deep cleaning this month. I took down the vinyl shower curtain in the master bath, loosely rolled the top portion and left the soap-begrimed lower part spread on the bottom of the tub, then ran in hot water and added chlorine bleach. The entire curtain was actually submerged in the water, but I wanted to be sure the lower end got the full treatment. The rubber mat also spent a little time in there. Later today the counters and the floor and the sink and loo will all get a good scrub. As will the hall bathroom. The rest of the tub walls are fine because every time I get out of the shower I use a towel to wipe down the tiles. My gift to myself when it comes to this kind of cleaning.

My holiday letter is almost finished and I sure wish I could find all of those boxes of various holiday cards. I organized them so well last year I can't find them now. We all know what will happen. As soon as I buy a new box or send the letter on fancy paper, they will turn up.