My cleaners were going to come Monday, but when I called yesterday, they said, "How about we come tomorrow? Would 6 a.m. be too early?"
They've spent about two hours on the kitchen already, scrubbing down the insides of the cabinets and drawers, cleaning the baseboards and the tops of the window frames, wiping down the walls.
Meanwhile, I'm on carload No. 3 of stuff.
Pretty good for the morning after a party! (Yes, had a few friends and neighbors over for wine and pizza on the new porch.)