Except for my pair eating their kids it has been a great day,
I got off my arse and decided to give the fish room a good clean. I pretty much ignore the mess because like my office nobody sees it except me. But from time to time I invite people I like to see the fish. I'm tired of apologizing for the huge mess. Besides, I like being down there much better when it's clean.
The actual cleaning didn't take all that long. It was putting everything where it was supposed to live that took the longest time. At the end, after I cleaned the concrete floor twice with my hoover floor mate, and doing wipe downs where needed, and putting all the random stuff I've used down there away, the place is a beautiful sight. (well, at least to me and that's what matters most.)
