Well, for the past 2 weeks, except for a couple of days when I had the nastiest stomach flu I've ever experienced (don't get this, I'm serious), I've been cleaning my shop and finishing the last bench (a combination down draft sanding bench and paint storage area) that I never got to when the shop was put in and the original benches were built. Always meant to, and finally did. Only took, what, 7 years?
Man, this went way beyond any normal sweep up the shop kind of thing. I filled my 20 gallon shop vac ... 4 times. Completely. When through 2 filters for the thing. I vacuumed the ceiling (18 feet to the ridge beam), I cleaned the blinds. Really cleaned them as in take them down and scrub them. I clean behind the benches. Washed windows. When through two boxes of these slick little dusters. Made not one but 2 trips to the dump with the pickup (full sized 3/4 ton) full to the brim. I tossed stuff that has been hanging around forever. The rule was, if I hadn't touched it since I moved into the shop, it went in the can or in storage. I actually scrubbed the floor. Sheesh! I wanted to post some pictures since I guarantee it will never be this clean again. Ever. It sort of echoes in there now. I have to wait for the floor to dry out completely to put the mats back down. It's cleaner than when I moved into to it. It's actually organized. <Randy shrieks>
Now, if I can just find stuff, I'll be happy. I am beat.