OK, those days on the couch are collecting their due now! On the days I "called in" and decided to spend the day on the couch reading, I knew there was a layer of dust on most things in my house that was, uhmm, discernible. Readily discernible. An inch thick discernible! Sooooo...... I've been dusting over the last couple hours (no, there wasn't so much that it took 2 hours, but doing that and other related cleaning tasks as I went along), and now I'm coughing. Yes, I've stirred up enough dust that I've inhaled it into my throat and I'm coughing! I'm trying, really hard, to convince myself that if I had dusted a few days ago, it would not have made a difference. I'm not listening well to my own argument!
I'm taking a break, drinking water, than I'll vacuum, dust again, and vacuum one last time. Gah. I'm not kidding, it is bad!!!
OK, here's the deal .... I dusted before Terri came for my surgery! Why am I having to dust again already? Ohhhh, wait a minute. It has been six weeks since the surgery. Oops! My bad.
Damn. Back to work.