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Spring
Has sprung. Temps over 20, which in TO is Too Hot. Seasonal sadness begins. Lower back and various other muscles yell at me for no good reason, in spite of massage yesterday. The cherry blossoms scatter after a mere five days. There are no lilacs to bloom in the back yard.
I did clean the upstairs standing fans of their loads of dust (didn't do it last year because last year I was moribund) and they purr in the bedrooms. Washed a sinkful of dishes in two loads because back spasms. Wrested the shade off the lamp I broke, whenever that was, and put it on lamp's replacement. Washed kitchen floor, finally.
Will have to do.
I did clean the upstairs standing fans of their loads of dust (didn't do it last year because last year I was moribund) and they purr in the bedrooms. Washed a sinkful of dishes in two loads because back spasms. Wrested the shade off the lamp I broke, whenever that was, and put it on lamp's replacement. Washed kitchen floor, finally.
Will have to do.
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Thanks. Not the least unfair part of SAD is the realization that Things Still Gotta Be Done.