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It always takes a sick day in order to get things done.
First I stripped my bed. Then tossed all the blankets and cat beds and pillows and threw them on the balcony. I vacuumed my room and everything. Then I washed the windows out the front and the path and the dog. By that stage it was lunchtime and I was pretty sure I'd earned me some potato cakes.
I'll have to go back to work tomorrow. I won't get a thing done.