Ewww . . . nasty . . . .

This afternoon I dragged all the storage boxes out from under our bed (we have a two-hundred-and-some-year-old bed, tall enough to store steamer trunks underneath it; it’s where we keep our filing boxes), crawled underneath with a counter brush, and swept out a gigantic amount of dust and hair and junk.  Then I pulled the sofa away from the living-room windows and used the brush to knock another gigantic amount of dust off the mini-blinds and window sills, which I swept up.  Then I wrestled our bed away from the windows it blocks and knocked yet another gigantic amount of dust off the mini-blinds and window sills there, which I swept up.  I suppose it’s a little cleaner in those places, but I’m vaguely choked down, there are tons of windows and blinds still to be done, and I found the window exteriors are in desperate need of being stripped, wood-fillered, and repainted, which I can’t do today because it’s cold and raining, not to mention all those windows need weather-stripping, which I don’t want to do until they’re repainted.