Kitchen--spices arranged, stove and tiles scrubbed, sliding class door washed, things thrown out from cabinets and/or consolidated. Crap thrown out includes (but is not limited to): year-old jar of maraschino cherries, caramel coffee sauce I could not stop eating, "pancake syrup".
Living room--books vetted, placed in stacks: donate to library, return to owner, keep. Slipcovers washed. Surfaces dusted. Carpet vaccuumed.
Storage closet (aka "Wampus Room")--Recycling taken to center.
I think a stanza from Frost best expresses how I'm feeling about the daunting amount of cleaning left to do:
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.