Badger and I did manage to get the house cleaned last night.
I lost my picker‑upper, but I went out in the yard and found a sturdy, long stick and used it rather like a fishing pole.
We’d separated the laundry, and believe you me, I have laundry.
I mean, half the living room is covered in it.
We cleaned the living room, hall, bathroom, and master bedroom, then sat down to some supper.
I posted an angry rant on Facebook about how I couldn’t physically do anything right now.
Badger was sick, Cowboy’s back was out, and Peacock was always tomcatting, and the house was disgusting.
I was beyond frustrated.
