We are finally, finally cleaning our house. Ryan spent the evening cleaning the kitchen, scrubbing and cleaning. I worked in the den, sorting and getting rid of all kinds of crap. I found a vein of things left over from the Seven Lean Years. You know, when mail came and we hid it under the couch. Or what passed for a couch since we gave Ryan's away and couldn't afford a new one. Of course, we wouldn't have had any room for it. Anyway, it was just making me sad. When no one would give us jobs. When Ryan was applying for everything from retail to teaching to engineering. And then all that I was applying for. And all the medical bills for all the things that went wrong with us. Remember when the eye doctor said Ryan was going to go blind? Before she fitted him with contacts to help him see. How scary it all was! I should just be happy that all is much better now, right? Maybe it's bedtime.