At 6:20 this morning Irish left to go to Atlanta for some work stuff. He'll be back Friday night. It's our first time apart since I moved in here 14 months ago.
I intended to see him off and then go back to bed for an hour or so, since we were up late watching a movie (The Guardian, which was meh) and he was packing.
As soon as I locked the door behind him I went over to the front window to watch him drive off, then I went through the bathroom to go back to bed. I noticed that the rugs looked awfully dirty and tried to mentally calculate the last time they were washed, and I couldn't.
I plucked them up and tossed them in the washing machine, then I was going to go back to bed. Passing through the bathroom I noticed how much crap from the rugs was now on the floor. The floor could use a good sweeping, so I swept it, then decided to mop it, too.
I couldn't go to bed with the floor wet since it required the bathroom doors to be shut and the kitty's litter and food and water dishes are in the bathroom, so I stayed up for a bit. As soon as the floor was dry, the washer was done so I put the rugs in the dryer. I stepped into the kitchen and noticed those rugs were dirty too.
So I plucked them up and tossed them in the washing machine. Now the floor's filthy in there, too, so I swept and mopped it, then went into the bathroom to put everything back in it's place: kitty litter, hamper, food and water dishes, trash can.
Now the bathroom rugs are dry, but the kitchen floor is still wet and it's 8 a.m. I was planning on getting up at 7:30, so no sense in going back to bed. I decide to wait until the kitchen rugs are dry and then go to the gym.
I head over to the gym and I'm dismayed that the only person there is on MY treadmill, so I decide to use the other one - the one that asks for a maximum speed, then gets you up tp that speed as quickly as possible and leaves you there. I hate that machine.
As I am starting up the treadmill-usurper finishes her workout, grabs her duffel and leave. Yay!
After my workout I clean out the trunk of my car and run everything over to the trash compacter. Then I come home and sit down with the pile of unread magazines I found in my trunk.
I can't wait anymore, so I take a shower. I brush my teeth while the water heats up, then I jump into the shower and rinse my mouth under the shower head, only somehow I get water down the wrong pipe and suddenly I'm coughing, spluttering and choking.
I can't breathe, even though I know it's only water - I'm gasping for breath, trying to force air into my lungs. What's actually happening is hyperventilation, all of this sucking for air is resulting in wheezing, coughing, but no relief. I stumble out of the shower and onto the bathroom floor - thank God it's been mopped recently and the rugs are clean!
I finally manage to get back to normal breathing, but my skin is all prickly from the effort. Mental note: need to buy an inhaler just in case.
It seems I can't be trusted alone for 6 hours, much less 6 days.
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