Did you know...

....that if you spill milk and don't clean it up for a few days, it turns into a puddle of congealed sour cream?

I didn't know that. I found out this morning.

See, the beauty of being sick is nobody blames you for having a messy house. It's like having a lisence to ignore your housekeeping for the duration of your illness. How can that be bad?

The upshot, of course, is getting well. I feel about 95% better. Once we finally came to terms that it was not allergies, but a full-blown cold we were all suffering from, then we could deal with it. Not that the symptoms were any different, but mentally, we could tackle the situation differently. Sickness is all mental. If you can trick yourself into thinking, it's not allergies, it's just a cold and it will eventually go away, then it's a snap to get well. Allergies never go away. I don't care if you think they're seasonal, you have to deal with allergies all year long in Oregon.

Still, the whole concept of getting better is enough to make you want to get sick all over again. Because getting better means taking care of the hurricane that hit your house while you were indisposed. Laundry, of course, which became fruitful and multiplied. Dishes, which were technically done over time, but when a sick person washes dishes it's kind of an oxymoron because all they do is spread the germs. We ran out of paper plates, what else were we supposed to do? Vacuuming, mopping, bathrooms.... well, that's what I should be doing right now.

So here I go.

Vacuum, here I come.

Brand new kitchen rags are calling out to me

(they're less 50 cents apiece at Costco! How could I pass them up?).

Don't try and stop me.

I mean it.

I really have better things to do.

But you can sit and read all day if you want to. And if you haven't already stopped by my friend Steph's blog, Diapers and Divinity, you have to read yesterday's post. Because it is brilliant. And because it nearly brought me to tears. And because it was the boost I really needed to get off my duff and do something about my personal hurricane.

(Thanks, Steph. )

Y'all have a good day now.

I'm about to push the publish button, I swear.....

Okay, okay! I'm going already!!