Where do I start?
this morning my body woke up to a resounding ache. Arms felt unhinged, shoulders torn apart, triceps in agony and my entire being gnawing itself into a sore cry.
Yesterdays' workout agreed much too much, and thusly I decided that today will have to be spent recuperating, however, a spanner of sorts has been thrown into an oiled machinery of weekly scheduling, and that is my travels to India which was planned for the end of this month is now preponed to end of this week.
What does that mean?
Just that my planning for an extensive cleanup of the house which I had reserved for next week had to be preponed as well.
I'm evangelical about leaving a clean tidy house when I go for long vacations, just so when I come back the house is as inviting, shiny and immaculate as I last remembered it, and this elaborate cleanup needs everything from usual vacuuming and mopping to scrubbing and polishing.
After almost 3 hours of bending over to scrutinized cleaning, I can now safely add a crick in the back to my list of grievances.
What these endless weeks of rains have left me are spots of mould on bathroom walls, ones that can't be ordinarily seen, but once you see them you can't unsee, and it was on these moulds and unsightly green blemishes that I unleashed a fury of cleanliness jihad and it wasn't easy, what with these things spreading in miniscule colonies almost invisible and high up towards the ceiling I had fun doing a fair bit of balancing act on a chair in a bathroom.
But phew!
That done and now I'm a puddle of spasms.
Finally at my desk to ponder and plot.
this morning my body woke up to a resounding ache. Arms felt unhinged, shoulders torn apart, triceps in agony and my entire being gnawing itself into a sore cry.
Yesterdays' workout agreed much too much, and thusly I decided that today will have to be spent recuperating, however, a spanner of sorts has been thrown into an oiled machinery of weekly scheduling, and that is my travels to India which was planned for the end of this month is now preponed to end of this week.
What does that mean?
Just that my planning for an extensive cleanup of the house which I had reserved for next week had to be preponed as well.
I'm evangelical about leaving a clean tidy house when I go for long vacations, just so when I come back the house is as inviting, shiny and immaculate as I last remembered it, and this elaborate cleanup needs everything from usual vacuuming and mopping to scrubbing and polishing.
After almost 3 hours of bending over to scrutinized cleaning, I can now safely add a crick in the back to my list of grievances.
What these endless weeks of rains have left me are spots of mould on bathroom walls, ones that can't be ordinarily seen, but once you see them you can't unsee, and it was on these moulds and unsightly green blemishes that I unleashed a fury of cleanliness jihad and it wasn't easy, what with these things spreading in miniscule colonies almost invisible and high up towards the ceiling I had fun doing a fair bit of balancing act on a chair in a bathroom.
But phew!
That done and now I'm a puddle of spasms.
Finally at my desk to ponder and plot.
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