We've been out for a cooling drive in the air-conditioned car. Getting out of the car, the warm, humid air hits me. Pushing open the door to the house, there is very little temperature difference.
The dog greets me saying she needs to go out and then maybe have a little bit more water. The cat is yelling something about the dog pushing past the chair barricade and eating all the cat food in his bowl and, that being said, I'd better do something about it, or else.
The cat food is in the laundry room where I suddenly remember that load of clothes in the wash that have to be put in the dryer before they begin to sprout, OR having already missed the window of opportunity, either have to be washed again or taken outside and set free.
Ah, they are still sweet smelling. I grab more clothes and start another load of wash while they dry.
With those chores done, I towel off, grab a half dozen ice cubes and throw them in a glass with water post haste, before I give in to the inclination to toss them down my shirt instead. I sit down for a few minutes with my iPad and tap Words With Friends to find that it's my turn again. My husband has played on all three games that we have going, and he is ahead of me by 150 points on a game that is really stupid, and by 58 points on one that is being played under protest. On the third game I am ahead by 15. This is a very good game, and has been my favorite in fact. But now with 6 vowels (e,e,e,i,i,o) and a q. I am thinking this game is losing some of its appeal, and I'm feeling too warm again.
Too bad, warm or not, it is time to Swiffer the house. A Golden Retriever and a Maine Coon create a nest-like environment in short order. So chasing dust bunnies is a frequent occurrence. If I vacuum, the hair hares (they are not cute like "dust bunnies" would imply) scatter all over the place. The Roomba we tried once stopped working immediately after sensing that there would be actual work to do here. So it was back to me.
One thing I've taught the dog to do to help me out some is to shake before she comes in the house. A cloud of excess hairs fly off into the all outdoors where true nest builders can use them.
Ever helpful in controlling the hair hare population, the dog also allows me to vacuum her. She now will track you down if the vacuum is running and get under the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner. We haven't tried the beater bar, but I'm picturing that as even more efficient.
While the dog loves being vacuumed, the cat does not. The cat tolerates brushing for a short while and only on particular days. You will know if it's gone on too long or if it's not the right day. The cat never makes you guess.
So my routine is: Swiffer the house, vacuum the dog, brush the cat, apply band aides, vacuum the house.
And now, I think I hear something growing in the washing machine. I must be going. Towel down, throw laundry in dryer, towel down, get ice cubes, throw them down my shirt. Forget the glass with water.