floor scrubbing

I am typing with tired hands . . . tired from holding a gen-u-wine scrub brush – holding it against the kitchen floor and pushing on it. We are putting new stain on the floor because it has reached the stage of looking really horrible. Once a golden pecan with satin polyurethane, it would now be at home in a rundown tenement in an abandoned neighborhood. We are doing only part of it at a time because we are uncertain how it is going to take the shock of rejuvenation.

Right now I could use a little “tonic” . . . Oh, yeah.