I know that I am still traumatized by the events of last Tuesday because I am in Full-Blown Obsessive Cleaning Mode.
An intervention might soon be required.
When something really bad happens over there, I find that if I can make things better over here, like by, say, antiseptically cleaning my toilets bowls, I will feel better. I mean, who doesn’t feel better with a clean toilet bowl?
By the end of the day, I had also cleaned numerous basement windows, and all the first-floor front windows.
I also cleaned the recently varnished front threshold. It was dusty!
And vacuumed part of the basement.
And scraped the rest of the north porch ceiling.
And primed some more wood.
And stripped a window sash. And grinded smooth two sashes.
And I did all this while hobbling around due to an attack of gout to my left foot.
Geez. I hope there is never another election. I doubt I will survive.