I didn't water the garden--the vinca looks like it wants it, which means the trees really need it--but the entire main floor of the house is clean. I repainted the top of the mantel and retouched several spots of sage, too. Also I repainted a stretch of trim in the kitchen where RDC spilled some red wine. Cheap-ass Behr paint: not just the eggshell blue but also semi-gloss paint stained by red wine that we immediately washed off?
White trim. I love its look when it's clean, but it's almost never clean. Dust accumulates in imperfections and can't be dusted away but must be scrubbed out with hot water and a soapy brush. A few times I vacummed the trim but of course the cheap paint readily showed abrasions from the attachment.
The longer days are affecting my mood for the better. Instead of hibernating--there ought to be a verb for diurnal behavior--I am motivated to action in the evenings.
I finished overhauling my files. I am really never going to reread my bluebooks again but I am absolutely not going to cull my college papers. I regret that I didn't keep things until fifth semester.
I added a few years of stuff to my scrapbook, which is just a pointless collection of ticket stubs and such rather than that thing with the butchered photographs and special scissors that I don't understand. I don't understand my pointless collection either, but it doesn't require butchery or pinking shears.
I can't wait for spring. I am going to drub everything and bake it in the sun and scrub the trim. And wake up the garden, except it's waking up on its own.