This is the last hurrah.
Final semester, and things are heating up.
I got a bit of a raise (yay!) and financially we'll be all right, so Mrs. Sixline doesn't have a job.
I've asked for her help in a lot of ways. You see, of all my quirks, one of the strongest ones is the inability to focus or relax when my abode is messy. I just can't do it. The trade off for my share of the housework is that I work crazy hours. I've been going into school later during the evenings and this week I'm doing about ten hour days. Mrs. Sixline has kept her end of the bargain beautifully; I've never seen the apartment in better shape. She's taken to watching "How Clean is Your House?" on BBC America (Thank you Kermit...) and now she's even scrubbing out little buildups of muck and grime that you don't normally do in your day to day rotations of cleaning.
I tip my hat to you, Mrs. Sixline. You're doing awesome.