I feel all loopy, and tired, and am getting to the 'sod it, no cleaning and we'll eat from the freezer or get takeout' pre-guest stage. Luckily I made huge batches of soup and chili spaghetti sauce over the weekend, and I can pretty much bake bread in my sleep.
I'll get the rooms arranged tomorrow. It took me five tries to spell 'arranged', and two to spell 'me'. Augh.