Oh great, it's Monday again.

I've got a cold. The sniffling, sneezing, running nose kind. Fortunately, no sore throat or aches or fever, but it's still bothersome, because much as I'd like to lay in bed, I can't.

I have work to do. Edits to finish. A short to write. Emails to be answered and sent. Blah, blah, blah.

Off to medicate. What are you doing today?

I freeze, therefore I clean

It's cold here in FL. COLD. Like, 61 degrees last night. I know that doesn't sound cold but you have to realize that when the normal temp is 80-something, a drop like that makes a house on the equator sound like the perfect vacation spot. My blood is so thin it's trying out for America's Next Top Model.

Anyway, apparently that cold snap had some sort of weird effect on me. Reverse spring cleaning. I know, weird. Although probably not catching. I wish I'd taken pics of my office before I started on it because there are now parts of my desktop visible that were last seen when this desk was originally purchased. It's a reverse spring cleaning miracle, I tell ya!

I cleaned out drawers and cabinets, wiped shelves down, rearranged them, threw TONS of crap out (What purpose is there in keeping score sheets from a contest 3 years ago? That MS has been rewritten five times already!), restacked other crap into neater piles, found stuff I didn't know I had/was missing/needed and vacuumed, even though it has a tendency to give me blisters.

Suffice it to say that my office looks freakin' amazing. If this chilliness holds, Hotrod may not recognize the place when he gets home from his business trip. Actually, he may not recognize me if he comes in late and I'm traipsing around the house in my fur coat and mittens.

Do weather changes make you do anything weird?