I’m spending the day cleaning the house today. I thought I would get the whole thing done, but not a chance. This is going to become a two-day project. It’s sad. Our biggest problem, house-wise, is that we have too much stuff. Whenever we do a big clean, I tell Charlene to shoot me the next time I buy anything at a store. What a commentary that I’ve got way more stuff than I could possibly use or enjoy. That stuff isn’t making me happy; it’s actually giving me more stress.