I know it's not spring but it feels that way.

In Portland I expect rain and weather that rarely goes below 35 degrees F. I don't expect to see the sun or patches of frost all over the ground, more like puddles, mudslides, and concrete grey skies if I can look up for more than a second without drowning. Seriously.
So this year I'm seeing the sun almost every day. And patches of ice on the ground...and freezing fog...morning temps around 24, which for us is really damn low, or maybe I just never paid attention to the weather growing up.
About 8 weeks ago, out of curiousity, I planted a bunch of stuff in the window.

garlic greens

Chamomile, anise, peppermint

I never expected this in such a short period of time.
So now it looks like spring, a very early, cold spring. That can only mean that I'm lighting candles and incense, listening to my (mostly) 90's Pandora station and spending what little is left of my limited funds on cleaning supplies for some early deep spring cleaning.
(What the hell else am I gonna do when my upstairs neighbor is building shelters and rabbit proofing her hardwood floored apartment above me at 9am?)
Right now I'm taking a lunch break after breaking and repairing the mop and scrubbing my bathroom floor.
All I can say is that it appears that my Virgoan nature takes over when I am not smoking (100 days last Saturday) and while I wasn't planning on doing this when I requested today off work, I don't have a choice.
Besides, now I have no money left to do anything else.
Ok, and it's kind of fun. kind of.
But the best part will be getting the kitchen clean, so I can continue to cook and make more crafts, and inevitably mess it up again.
Today's plan after the kitchen is clean:
Soap making
Liqueurs
Dessert which might be this or these

Wish me luck, all. The bathroom was easy. I'm dreading the kitchen for some reason.