I cleaned the whooooooole house, including, but not limited to scrubbing my couch and emptying, scouring, and reorganizing the whole pantry. But the thing I'm most proud of? My enclosed porch. It's what the UnFuck Your Habitat lady refers to as my "invisible corner". Stuff just sort of piles up, and even though it's carpeted, my brain sort of thinks of it as "outdoors", and therefore not necessary to clean. But! Before:
Every time I walk outside now, I get this little frisson of "holy crap, it looks so nice out here"