I lied. I got up and dusted an mopped the floors. I have to go shake the rugs, and vacuum, but I may not get to that until tomorrow.
My stomach is still queasy, but I’m trying to ignore it.
I’m impressed with your diligence, ‘Face. Now you should relax.
The guinea pigs have been rescued. DP got the dog door open with a screwdriver and a little ingenuity (I had suggested Tom and a sledgehammer) and we sent Frank through to open the door. We also fed a fish which had not been mentioned but would probably have died by next Sunday.
We talked to the neighbors, too, so nobody will call the cops.