Tuesday night. Power is finally on at Port-au-Patois, number seven, and the cleaning begins.

Not much in the fridge and freezer. Five servings of Swedish meatballs that didn't turn out how I wanted them. Mango sorbet that I found I didn't like, and Nancy's yogurt, which was too sour for my taste. All in all, I tossed those things, two quarts of milk and some half-and-half. Not bad. Some people tossed out full refrigerator loads. Ugh.

I'm drinking Community Coffee, sent by the Cajun from Louisiana. This stuff is strong, and should come with some kind of labeling for its medicinal uses. I'm not sure I'm actually planning on sleeping any time soon.

The kitchen is clean, the living room is clean. The bedroom and the office are left. Tonight's experiments include:

- can I eat 24-hour-old dim sum that has been cold but not refrigerated? Will one pork shumai and one deep-fried shrimp ball kill me, if I heat them up really well in the microwave? Results pending.

- what will happen when the silicone dildo goes through the dishwasher? Of course I put it on the top rack. Of course I know it may meet its demise there. All the more excuse for that post-holiday trip to Castle Superstore.

- will incense stuck in a bowl of cat litter remain upright? What happens if it doesn't? Don't tell my landlady. She frowns on this type of intellectual excursion.

- how long can the cats crap in their covered litterbox before mommy realizes that smell is poo?

- will rats and/or raccoons climb a vertical wooden post to get at my London Broil on the deck? Oh, wait, I have electricity. It can live in the fridge. Great invention, the fridge.

The night wears on, and this blog entry is keeping me from the all-important second half of my housekeeping hurricane. Peace out, yo, and power to you.