Progress, of a sort

[desperance]

I have swept the bathroom and the stairs. Mac has hunted spiders. (In the old days of vacuuming, the cats kept out of the way; these modern days of broom, apparently it's a cat-game. Joy.)

I have cleared a space on the table, for serious reading-of-pages. Barry has settled in to help, in the manner of a paperweight.

Much dust has provoked my asthma, but, y'know. Breathing is optional.