It's clean! It's clean!—The house is CLEAN!

AND—!

Miles is finally Saturday-Trained! He came downstairs as I was cleaning the kitchen floor and inquired as to whether or not there was a bathroom available for use. I told him that I hadn't cleaned the upstairs bathroom yet, and he replied anxiously, "Are you sure?―because I can hold it if I need to!—Or I could go and find a public restroom! I know not to cross you!"

I think I like being a little feared.

This evening, Miles and I walked around the mall for about 90 minutes. Malls have nice gentle floors for your joints, so they're a good place to walk. (And I suppose the air conditioning might be considered a perk this time of year) Even though there were some obstacles (I think they call them shoppers) we both managed to work up a light sweat…so it was a good evening exercise.

I always enjoy walking with Miles, but it's a rare thing now. Not like the good old days, the days just after I moved down here. When I ask why he doesn't exercise with me any longer, he grins, shrugs, and then replies,

"We're married. I don't have to impress you any longer."

THAT'S JUST TYPICAL!

Although I suppose it's fair enough…I gave him a full serving of my attitude as a wedding gift. (I'm generous to a fault) Now he has 24 hour access to Laura-the-good (could there be any other?), Laura-the-bad (in an angelic sort of way), and Laura-the-ugly (in a pretty sort of way).

Nevertheless, I can still be melancholy over the loss of my lovesick fool. Now I'm just left with Miles. I suppose he'll do. ;)

I was up way too late last night! I still managed to stumble out of bed at 6 for exercise, though. I know I did a short abdominal workout and an arm workout, but the precise recollections are all a little fuzzy. I do know that my biceps had reached such a point of fatigue that I was forced to grunt (…moan, and whimper) while trying to get the running bath water routed to the showerhead afterwards. They're fine now, naturally.

I have the evening to myself tonight. Miles gets to make good use of all of his hot air on Monday nights: he's playing sax in some sort of band…all I know is that it involves a bowling alley and a church…a likely pairing if ever there was one. I'm trying to decide what I want to do. Last night I had grandiose ideas of going for an evening run tonight…but idleness has been in play since noon, and it shows no sign of needing a break. No, I'd say a bubble bath and a book fit my evening bill. Just think of the calorie-burnage.

I got an early start to my grime onslaught this morning, and finished everything before noon! It's a wonder what a Laura can get done without the distraction of a Miles clinging to her ankles!

I was washing the kitchen floor when Jason came over to pick up a computer. There I was, decked out in my Saturday best [bleached and holey cleaning garb] and of unfriendly humor. Poor Jason. I'm positively feral at times!

Not to mention, ammonia's draping scent isn't the mood-lifter that the bottle advertises.

As it happened, with the kitchen and bathroom floors cleaned and the hardwood floors polished, I realized I was out of things to do! Curses! So I did what any self-respecting person in my position would have done: I napped.