Cleaning

I have been on a cleaning rampage for the last three days. Although, now that I think about it rampage although a fun word is probably not quite the right word as it implies a bit more energy than I've had. Picture compulsive zombie lady who instead of eating must clean. Around three o clock the smell of bleach chases me out of the house and I realize I haven't eaten lunch. Fresh air is good. So I turn on fans, and wander to the fridge. There, I am distracted by the laundry in the drier, which is ready to fold (you see, the fridge is the the garage with the washer and dryer.) Five o clock and I still haven't eaten lunch. Somewhere in there, I managed to eat and apple before getting distracted again. Good thing I had breakfast.
This morning, the cleaning obsession appears to have ended not because the cleaning is done but because I have inexplicably gone from only thinking about how I am going to kill that mold on the window to preferring to go out and do something.  I am writing on my blog and I haven't even scooped the litter box or fed the cats yet. They are not pleased.