I have to clean/organize the hell out of the house as soon as humanly possible. We're having a guy come over for an appraisal for a mortgage loan and, while you can see the basement improvements and the bathroom under and around the piles of laundry, pet fur, and dust, I just have a feeling that that's less than ideal.
So, I'm finding myself moving things from one spot to another, then having to lie down for 15 minutes. Then have a sip of coffee, repeat. This is just so fucking miserable.
Once we get this visit over though, it's just some final approvals/paperwork and a final sign off. I also have to squeeze in looking at a new project and writing a task list for it and finding a gift for the impossible to shop for Mr. O.
I haven't been this ill in a very very long time. I don't get sick often and when I do, it hits like a truck. I just want to curl up in bed with the dog and have my fever dreams in peace.