Elutriation

I woke up this morning. I stop there momentarily because it was morning when I awoke, I have done so all week. I really like waking up in the morning instead of sometime in the afternoon. I guess I just feel like I have more of a chance to make my day worth while if I have a whole day.

I woke up this morning, and as soon as I heard my first thought in my head it hit me like a ton of bricks. ''Ugh, I amb sickh.'' I felt the congestion in my head, thankfully my sinuses are not congested, and my throat felt drier than the Sahara. ''Great,'' I thought, ''Just wonderful.'' I laid there in bed for about twenty minutes grumbling to myself about how much I hate being sick. I fully intended on lying in bed all day grumbling to myself about my plight when it dawned on me ''What in the world were you possibly going to do today anyways? Watch a little t.v., mess around aimlessly online, perhaps finish Iron Maiden? Do any of those things even require that much physical strain from you anyways?" The answer, as much I i wanted it not to be, was no. None of it required anything from me. I was just going to spend my day, my whole day not doing anything worth while. Only this time I had a valid excuse of a fever to justify my inaction. As I laid in bed just a little bit longer, battling with the logic I had just stumbled across I looked around my room and realized, ''Hey, I really need to clean my room. I washed all those clothes days ago, and now they are sitting in the chair getting all wrinkled. I can't even remember the last time I saw the top of my dresser under all the crap piled on top of it. Man, for that matter I can't even remember the last time I washed my sheets. And jeeze, with as much as Rudy sheds I probably should be vacuuming everyday.'' As I lie there making a mental list of all the things I needed to do, I knew that I had to get up and do them all sickness or no sickness. So I did, only I didn't stop with my room. I did all the laundry lying around the house. I scrubbed my bathroom and my mom and grandma's bathroom - they're literally are glistening now. Then I cleaned our sunroom. After that I went to town on our kitchen. I sterilized every open counter space, rearranged our tupperware drawer, I scrubbed the fridge and microwave inside and out. I washed my dog's food and water bowls out. Then I started in on the living room. I dusted every suface, swept out the fireplace (after vigorously checking for any eight legged inhabitants), and cleaned underneath all the cushions. I didn't stop there though, after all this work I did the floors throughout the entire house.
Once I had cleaned the house, it was time to clean myself. Never has a shower felt so good, to feel the warmth of the water wash over the slight ache of my muscles, and to feel all the grime that had been fouling up my environment be rinsed down and off my body and imagine it being whisked away down the drains. I still have to give the Rude-Dude a bath, but I literally ran out of time today. I feel a bit better after all my hard work, but I'm quite sure the Nyquil is now making its contributions. With that I need to sleep. But first this

This week I was most grateful for -
1. Harsh, yet accurate, words from a friend.
2. Fantastic -the cleaner.
3. Getting sick.