Aug 21, 2011 15:29
In the ongoing quest to keep Zoey from having asthma attacks, I've been doing some research and thinking about our home and what might be triggering this stuff. When I called the vets' to get another prescription for prednisone, they asked if we were using any number of things which commonly are triggers: candles, Febreze, etc. Like a ninny, when they asked about Glade, I thought immediately of the plug-ins which we sell at work, and I said, no, no. This morning it hit me; we do too use a Glade spray when one of us, uh, poops and the smell might offend others. So now I've retired the spray and we've instituted the PEW, or Poop Early Warning system. I therefore came out of the facilities this afternoon and said to Ray, "P.U. alert!", so he'd give the room some time before he went in. He replied that that was okay, as he'd shortly be "joining the party", as he put it. Then the two of us laughed. Oh my. At least we get some humor out of the situation.
Of course, I've been cleaning more. Today I took all the knicknacks down from various shelves, dusted them and cleaned up most of the cobwebs around here. I've started cleaning my room, far more assiduously than has been done in ages. Dust bunnies galore. I picked up the exercise ball which has slumped in one corner of my room forever, and while cleaning it I thought of the episode of Portlandia where the mayor sits on one while at his desk, so he's perpetually working on his core. I may do the same with mine, as I rack up considerable time in my studio, sitting working on my jewelry, and I sure could use the exercise for my abs.
cat,
cleaning,
exercise