Windows.

I swear I've never seen a house with so many windows.  I have spent two hours now just washing the windows and ceiling fan in the living room and dining room and the doors in between. It's ridiculous!  I have said many times that I feel like my life ought to be a movie, but I have changed my mind.  Since I have now been alive for quite some time, and it seems likely that I will go on living, it really ought to be a tv show.  But anyway, I felt today as if anyone watching my life would have gotten a chuckle out of seeing me standing on the little island in my kitchen, vacuuming the ceiling fan, or finding a scorpion while on my hands and knees trying to polish the wood floors in the living room, listening to everything from Michael Card to Michael Buble, up to my armpits (literally) in dust and grime.  At one point I did take a break to watch the last show in Country Strong, and I cried like a baby.  It was kinda sad.  It's just such a good movie, and I always get so into it, even if it's just playing in the background while I clean.
But before any of that happened, I got up, dropped Jesse off at work (the sunrise was beautiful again), had a bowl of lucky charms, then went back to bed and slept until 15 minutes before I had to leave to meet Jlyn.  I honestly felt like I could have slept the clock 'round.  I don't know why I was so tired, but I was.  So when I finally dragged myself out of bed and got dressed, I got the great idea to wear a skirt.  I figured that I was just going to talk to someone, and I wanted to look decent, and I wanted to wear something that didn't look like I had been doing manual labor for days.  And that was when I realized that I had left the lights on in the car and my battery was dead.  That's not a super great thing to have happen by yourself on the ranch 10 miles out of town.  But thankfully Kent left one of his trucks here and Jesse put jumper cables in my trunk.  Unthankfully, my car was too far away and Jesse had the keys to the truck, so I had to push my car to get it to the truck.  And then when I got it started, I backed up, turned around, and killed it. So I got to push it back and do it all over again.  Yay me!  So much for no manual labor/skirt-appropriate day.  But I made it to town, and Jlyn and I worked out a schedule that has me teaching 9 classes classes week, and I got a pretty sweet neon yellowish green Party Planet T-shirt that says staff on the sleeve.  Now I am awesome.
Overall, I would consider today to have been productive.  I got Jesse to work, made my meeting, went grocery shopping, picked up Star Trek:Into Darkness from redbox, remembered to put soap in the downstairs bathroom, washed all the windows and ceiling fans, scrubbed the floor, cleaned Jesse's closet, picked him up from work, got dinner started, and even had time to make a batch of sun tea AND talk on the phone to my mom and to Courtney.  I feel downright domestic, and it's a good thing domesticity is something I strive for, or else all this crap would not be worth it.