The Fever Has Hit Me

I woke up this morning about 6:30. At first, I didn’t think it was going to be a good day. My head was swishy, and I felt kind of yucky. The norm for a person with vertigo.
I had been wanting to spring clean the second floor. Our room was a mess, and the two guest rooms were even worse. We had neglected them all winter. The front room had a pile of antique linens from my grandmother on the bed. The antique oil lamps had been put in there when Puca and Pyewacket had called the second floor home. The back bedroom had been tided up so Bob could sleep in there, but it was still a mess.
I started cleaning about 7ish. At about 10 a.m., I realized the fever had hit me. Spring fever had taken over me.
I stripped all the beds, windows and rugs and washed them. The comforters will have to be done at the laundry mat. They don’t fit in through the wringer of the 1945 Maytag washer.
Starting with our room, I dusted down all the furniture. I dust mopped and vacuumed all the floors. I then washed all the floors with essential oils to make the room smell fresh and clean. Today’s choice was cinnamon and clove essential oil. Made the room smell like apple pie. I then went onto do the same thing in the next two bedrooms. It was getting to be about lunch time.
I came downstairs and started in on all the laundry. I do believe I did a gazillion loads. Once the laundry was going, I started spring cleaning the living room. I knew I shouldn’t go to far on that room for now.
After lunch, I continued with the cleaning. About 3 p.m., I realized, “oh no I am cleaning and I can’t stop. So I sat down to rest a bit. That bit was short lived. The next batch of laundry had to be rinsed.
I am glad that I got it all done. I am tired and sore and already ready for bed.
The fever has broken, for atleast today.