I really cannot participate in the cleaning up of age old house - and I mean as old as my house. As long as there is dust lining the shelves, or some mold coating those untouched books, I cannot clean up. Disturb the peaceful (but ugly looking) equilibrium, stir up those little things and I will start an endless rage of sneezing. Sneeze long enough, and I land up with a sore throat which signals the conversion of healthy Kevin to sick Kevin. ):
Amazingly, I did not suffer from such bouts of weakness when I was in the Army. Maybe I was much cleaner in the Army? Can't be right?
