I am very hopeful that MW will be back by next weekend.  So much so that I've ironed the shirt he's planning on wearing to the wedding we are attending on Saturday (well, possibly the wedding I am attending on Saturday.  I had a backup date, but she's informed me she'll be out of town.)  Anyway, because of this,  I spent the weekend cleaning out my closets.  I like to do this about twice a year, but actually hadn't done it since about this time last year.  Result?  8 bags to Goodwill.  4 bags of trash. 1 burnt out paper shredder.

This meant the house was in disarray for about a day and a half.  Jasper hates that.  He spent a good part of the time running around, trying to find a room I hadn't destroyed.  Since only the kitchen and bathrooms lack closets, he didn't have much luck.  (As for the kitchen, I had already cleaned the pantry out.  And the laundry closet.  Refrigerator cleaning scheduled for Tuesday.  Yes, I did write it in my planner.  What of it?)  Thus, when I was making one of my trips to the dumpster, I returned to find him stretched out to his full length, reaching for the latch on the storm door.

I had planned that the closet cleaning would take all weekend, but except for the actual delivery to Goodwill, it was done Saturday night.  Which left time for cleaning the house on Sunday.  And 4 loads of laundry.  And a walk with 2.0.  All finished in time so that I could enjoy Cold Feet with a glass of wine. 

Update on the 101 in 1001:  I've completed 10 items, or slightly less than 10%.