Spring Cleaning

No real plans for the day, so we fucked and cleaned. He even held up the bed so I could vacuum under it completely! Yay. And he cleaned out the various food products I couldn't reach behind the stove, since Merryweather likely cannot be trusted to avoid ish that would kill her. I was going to maybe wash all his stuff and the blankets Lady Miss Friday has vomited hairballs onto, but just sort of ran out of time. We watched music in the evening, and he loves "Bad Guy" by Billie Eilish. Naturally, I insisted he tell Patrick that. Patrick is a scotch bit intentionally celibate these days. We all have our own journey.