Last weekend, I cleaned.
The whole friggin house.
It was sorely in need of it.
I stopped counting the loads of laundry I did, and we are now (for the moment) caught up in all the washing up. I probably vacuumed a cat's worth of fur out of the stairwell carpet and the sitting room drapes. We can now see the floor in the bedroom. That weird growth on the kitchen baseboard is no longer alive and well.
All of this makes me happy, but this morning, I ache.
I'm getting old.
We also trimmed back the herb garden. With all the rain and sun we've been having recently, it was threatening to go wild and invade everything in sight. I need to find the best way to dry some of them and keep them for later use.
