After I finished the freakin' mound of dishes in the kitchen, and gathered up all the dishes stashed and abandoned in corners around the house and washed them, I made another martini (Bombay Sapphire) and tackled the kitchen table you see above. Organized, filed, recycled, or otherwise dealt with everything piled on it or under it on the floor. Then I cleaned the refrigerator. And put new batteries in the clock, which died a week ago. And vacuumed.
So now I'm lit like a motherfucker, but my kitchen, she is clean-like-underpants (you know, like your moms always said to wear, in case you get in a wreck and go to the hospital? too bad if you go commando...)