Jul. 12th, 2014

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I woke up this morning a little out of sorts, headachy and with a bit of a cough returning - and in fact managed to punch Himself in the face as he was leaning over to tell me he was about to get up just at the same time I was rolling over and stretching my arms (but, as he pointed out, one time this winter when we were shoveling snow we got out of synch and he actually accidentally hit me in the head with the metal edge of the shovel, which was way worse, so I'm allowed to stop feeling bad about punching him in the face). So it looked like my grand plans for the day might come to naught.

But then after some coffee and cold medicine, I tidied and sorted and culled three rooms' worth of stuff, including folding the blankets that live on the backs of the couches; laundered and replaced the front-hallway runner; ran the dishwasher and washed up all the things that don't go in it; swept the kitchen floor; cleaned the countertops; folded and put away the last load of laundry; rid my center dresser drawer of things I haven't worn in years; and vacuumed the cobwebs and dead leaves and other crud out of the space between the front door and the storm door.

\o/

And then I ran errands. Printed a couple of our wedding pictures, got a couple of frames for them, and hit our customary two grocery stores. Came home, had some dinner, and persuaded Himself to take some cold medicine (for his head cold - not because I punched him in the face).

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