When I got up at 7:00am I was, as one might imagine, a little worse for wear. I then went to work for 4.5 hours (and finished the stuff that was urgently needed and had appreciative things said to me by my boss), came home and collapsed on the lounge for a while, levered myself back up (with a little help) to do the kid-taxiing run and then resumed lounge occupation when Adam came home to my rescue.
A little while later I once again hauled myself upright and went wandering the house, camera in hand, muttering "What can I do that won't take very long?"
The front hallway seemed a pretty good candidate:
A fish tank maintenance bucket, 2 cat carry cages, Adam's backpack, and several bags of Viking clothing later:
We've been stepping over the cat cages for 2 weeks. How stupid is that? All I had to do was take them downstairs and stack them in their spot in the laundry.