I swept and mopped in the kitchen and it is not done but it is so much nicer now. It smells like lemon pinesol and while I didn’t have the energy to move tables and stuff to sweep and mop under them, the rest of the floor is clean and set up for me to do that saturday or sunday. It is progress that i have been meaning to make for a long time and didn’t wind up doing because of depression. 

I’m proud of myself even though I’m upset I let it get to the point it did.