Sharking the Lagrange House

I took the Shark vacuum up to Lagrange and vacuumed and vacuumed and vacuumed. You get such a feeling of accomplishment seeing the dirt come into the compartment and being easy to dump out. Then you start feeling tired. Not because the Shark is hard to use, but because you keep thinking, “Oh, I just get that one more place.”

It’s a big house and I’ve still got a lot of Sharking to do. There is a remote possibility the novelty will wear off.

We bought paint for the fence; I’m not feeling the joy in it. Gosh, I seem to be a wet blanket tonight, but I don’t care.