This weekend I cleaned my house so much that I almost made myself sick. Literally. Woke up this morning with a horribly sore throat, the result of ingesting approx 900 pounds of dust particles. This happened with fervor on two occasions during the cleaning endeavour:
1. While emptying bin in laundry room, pulled it out of the bag I was emptying it into too soon and got a faceful of laundry lint.
2. Laid down a fairly heavy layer of carpet powder on the hall runner and turned on vacuum. Vacuum explodes powder and dust all over the hall. I turn off vacuum and run awaaaaaay to let dust settle. I return later to discover that my mother--who had used said appliance last--removed the ostensibly full vacuum bag and neglected to replace with fresh one. Thanks, Ma.
Anyway, when I woke up this morning with 7 pieces of ragged glass in my throat, I immediately decided to call in late to work and go on sleeping. And it seemed to work: throat much better after 9.5 hours sleep and tall chai latte. Funny how that happens.
We have our first softball game tonight. Maybe. Might be rained out or not enough women show. So lame if the latter. Although it would be good to be able to go to the farmer's market to actually buy some food for my house. I have prepared some very creative meals lately.
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