If things had gone my way, and I had no other obligations than to merely exist, this is how I would have spent my night:
After not sleeping well the night before, and having a busy (yet enjoyable) day at work, I had the whole evening planned. Come home. Eat some food. Watch some TV. Take a Tylenol PM at 9:30. Promptly go to bed.
However, the Motivation Bug bit me at some point between 5:30 and 6:30pm. Exact time and circumstances unclear. It started with packing up a few items that I had kept out, knowing we'd be using them regularly. Then I thought it might be a good idea to clean the microwave and the countertop it sits on. After all, the microwave came with the apartment, so it should be clean for whoever moves in next. After that was done, I cleaned the stove and I was so proud of how beautiful it looked that I went ahead and started emptying all the cupboards. Before I knew it, I was washing the cupboards and the cupboard doors and the walls and the the drawers and... then I realized it's after 10pm and I missed my 9:30 Tylenol PM bed time.
Tomorrow... I will come home early from work so I can take Rob to the truck rental place. From there he will take the truck to his parents' house where he and some friends will muscle a heavy piano down a flight of stairs to the truck where it will sit until the professionals bring it in to the living room of our new house! I will likely continue my cleaning spree until no trace of Rob and Emily exist in the apartment. I just have to hope that the Motivation Bug strikes twice.