I did it. I got up and put my laptop aside and did housework.

Of course, you only have my word for it, don’t you? It’s not like I took pictures of myself mopping, sweeping, replacing blinds, spraying sticky surfaces with cleaner. Maybe this is all a figment of my imagination . . . God knows I can’t let it become a habit.

Yesterday, after mowing the lawn early to avoid the 90+ degree heat and stomping trash for pick-up day, I entered a period of being bummed.  It happens.

This morning it is raining and the high is supposed to be 79. I don’t think it stormed last night, but then I sleep through storms. Normally, I would make a jokelet about needing GPS the morning after a tornado, but given this year’s season, I’ll pass. (Although, I think I just stuck it in that last sentence.  My secondary consciousness is incorrigible.)

I suppose I should continue on my cleaning binge  . . . my enthusiasm has waned, however, and I am whining. I need super hero cleaning powers – the point and ZAP technique. I couldn’t be trusted with them, of course: I’d ZAP everything and everyone. ZAP!  ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!

Say this is lifting my spirits. Oh, but it’s only pretend. Now that’s a bummer.