J and I try to clean out the shed-garage-thingy-building twice a year. For reasons not worth discussing, but amounting to we didn’t make it a high enough priority, we hadn’t cleaned it in almost eighteen months.
Oops.
We cleaned it, clearing the paths and restoring order to the bins and piles of important stuff. It took about forty-five minutes, at most, including the time spent adjudicating a fight between our kids. But that’s not the important part.
The important part is that I recently joined the ProMed mailing list. As a result, I spent a great deal of the time reciting Hantavirus Facts while sweeping up piles of mouse pee- and poop-infested dirt.
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