It Will Pass

Like the tickle in the throat or that first sniffle that signal the onset of a cold, the malady with which I was stricken yesterday began with the smallest symptom.  I saw a cobweb in a corner and swept it down.  The next thing I knew, I was going through the house swiping cobwebs throughout.  That finished, I thought I was over it, but no.  Still in the grip, I went on and on:  laundry, not just washed and dried but folded and put away right then and there!  Floors were dry mopped, carpets vacuumed, bathrooms cleaned, wastebaskets emptied.  Where would it end?  I even made fried chicken and mashed potatoes with cream gravy for dinner!  I knew recovery was in sight when I was able to stop myself just short of dusting.  I'm hoping it was just a twenty-four-hour bug.  I don't know, though.  I did beat Trash Guy to the corner this morning.  That's not a good sign.