Saturday morning...

[fajrdrako]

Is there something wrong with me? I woke up at 8 a.m., full of energy, and instead of going for a walk in the sunshine, or going to a Tai Chi class, or reading, or going out for breakfast with maaseru and maaboroshi, I chose to do laundry and housework. There's a corner of my living room, you see, that hadn't been cleaned since I broke my ankle (because cleaning it would involve moving furniture), so today, well, I moved furniture.

The room looks great. I even did work in the bedroom. And bought groceries. I found the pliers that Patrick lost last week under the television stand, but I didn't find my TV remote anywhere.

It can't be age; just about everyone I know gets less interested in doing housework as they get older.

I listened to Terry Pratchett's Jingo as I did all of this. Great fun.