I will never smell anything other than bleach again
Today was day one of M.'s "clean the whole apartment, top to bottom" project. A lot of it is stuff she does all the time, which both gives me a newfound appreciation for how much work she puts into cleaning the house, and how really, really into this whole thing she is. Hours of work, just today, with two people. It's spooky. But she puts up with my complaining, so that's something.
Seriously, my hands are like parchment. But my bathrooms are really, really clean. Like, probably cleaner than when they were first built. It's unnatural.
And in the coming weeks, the rest of the joint. Sigh.