Feverish

Oh dear.  I recognize the signs and symptoms.  I seem to have caught a case of house-cleaningitis.  I'd hoped it was just a one-day bout when I found myself washing all the glass doors last week, but yesterday I had a relapse and it's more serious than I'd thought.  I should have realized what was happening when I started knocking down cobwebs in the hen house in the morning.  Then later, with not a single guest on the near horizon, I was struck with the urge to, dare I say it, dust.  It gets worse.  Polishing everything in my path along one wall, I came to the windows.  Abandoning the dust rag, I took down all the curtains in the living room and threw them into the washing machine.  Of course that exposed windows that needed cleaning, so I did that.  The silk ficus tree went out on the deck for a shower with the hose.  Now I'm in real trouble.  Because the first symptom of this illness didn't appear until late afternoon and darkness comes earlier these days, that's where I stopped.  The curtains are down and the room is only half dusted.  The ficus tree stands in the middle of the room.  This is a scenario that just screams for an impromptu visitor to come to the door today.  Were that to happen, I'll just explain I'm sick and the house has been quarantined for fear of contagion.