Today we’re cleaning up the house, getting it ready to show to prospective buyers. Our office has been purged of about six years’ worth of detritus, and all my cool toys have been packed away as well as about nine linear feet of bookshelf space and eleven or so linear feet of books.
It just doesn’t feel like home anymore. It’s too… clean.
Moved lots of stuff to the garage, which is going to be our staging area for the move, of course. At some point we’ll fill up our garage to the point where we can no longer park both cars in it, but that’s okay. My car’s pretty trashed anyway. It can live outside.
So, getting a lot of stuff moved out of the office and computer room and library, ready to move in to a new house (here’s hoping).
In the meantime, in spite of all the moving around and the lifting and the shifting and all the resultant dust and airborne debris, you know what I haven’t had to use? Neither my nebulizer nor my inhaler. That’s what. Air’s moving in and out pretty freely today. There’s a very slight twinge and tickle deep in my bronchial tubes when I inhale very deeply, but nothing that’s threatening to turn into a wheeze or a hacking cough.
This is a weird feeling.