Three flights, people. Whenever I need to get something large and/or heavy in to or out of my home, I have to face three flights. If only my cats were mules. If only I weren't in danger of falling down the stairs even when I have nothing in my hands due to extreme lack of coordination. Life is a little sweeter this morning because I brought a bookcase to the basement and I am still alive. My windows are wide open and fresh air is pouring into the house as I do some serious cleaning. I'm taking a break right now while my kitchen floor dries. It is kind of unbelievable how dirty a house can get when it is loaded to the rafters with cats. No wonder crazy cat ladies are so frazzled-- They can't keep up with the sweeping and dusting.
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The one from the guestroom? Should have waited for me. Glad you are alive.
ReplyDeleteThat was the one. Not heavy, but I am such a spaz that I was sure something catastrophic would happen before I reached the basement.
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