On Staying Home for Once

I did something highly unusual today. I stayed home, and I cleaned my upstairs bathroom from top to bottom. It's fresh. It's sparkling. You could eat off the floor! (Okay, maybe that would be a bad idea.) But it does look nice, even with my glasses on.

I thought I might be super energetic and wash the kitchen floor while I was up and at 'em, so I grabbed the broom to give it a good sweep. I hadn't given it more than a couple of swipes when a pain shot through the base of my right thumb. The tendons felt like they wanted to pop and the pain was almost crippling. A recurring assault of a previous injury, likely aggravated by the hundreds of times I wrung out my cleaning cloths in the bathroom endeavor and one of the reasons I am hesitant to apply for a job as a full time CNA. (I sound like a baby...)

Snow is the word of the day. Little Red was out this morning. He didn't seem to mind the white stuff too much.