8 months of dust

Yesterday I cleaned two rooms of the house. The one in which I sleep and the other one. I can’t remember the last time I did a proper cleaning. You know! Broom and mop!

I didn’t bother to take care of the house after I gave the dog away. There was dog piss on the floor in the other room. It was worse in my room. Dog hair, my beard hair, dust on the floor, dust in the air. I don’t like cleaning in general, but this time I was lazy as a spoiled brat. My mind was numb! I didn’t want to touch the broom and the mop. I didn’t want to have anything to do with that house!

But in the past three mornings I woke up with a sore throat. Like I slept all night in a dust storm. Imagine staying in the middle of the storm and… dust in your eyes, in your hair, in your beard, in your skin, in your month, in your throat… You can’t breath, you can’t run, you can’t scream! I was getting sick. It was time to do something. Beer is more fun when you’re healthy! Hello, my old friends! Hello, dear broom! Hello, dear mop! 🙂 😉