Killing the Dust Mites

In progress.

Cleaned and two shelves emptied for art supplies.

The last few days, with orders from the doctor to keep on moving, I’ve been killing the dust mites.  We are really allergic to the dust mite poo, but it sounds so much nicer not to say that.  So in small increments, I’ve been dusting the books, I’ve been getting rid of the books, and I’ve been creating a small work space.

Small is the operant word.  Once the living room was redesigned, I found that pushing the table to the bookcase was truly non-functional.  No wonder I never worked there.  Once I turned it out into the room, my imagination began working again.

I could see myself drawing.  Doodling.  Looking out into the world and seeing light again.  I could even envision a new technique.  Or even doing. 

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Himself:  Turned the fan on early.  Playing his game, and not planning to do a thing today.  Meeting later.

Herself:  I’m hot.  I’ll go back to dusting and clearing off that table later in the day.  Bake cake day.

Reading:  I picked up the third from the last Jance and found a Muller inside.  Later in the day, in a cool free moment, I found the Jance inside a Muller jacket.  At some point, perhaps during an anti-mold cleaning fit, I switched covers.  Left over mold and stains were evident in many of the Sci-Fi books.  Many more were high acid and crumbling.  What used to be thousands of books are now just hundreds.

Balance:  Killing more dust.  LOL