I swept. That's a lot of what I've done. I swept in the laundry room (we're anticipating delivery of a new washing machine on Thursday). I swept the stairs leading to the laundry room (the laundry room is downstairs). Then, I swept the path from the stairs into the laundry room.
Not the entire basement. A girl's got a life, ya know. That could take years.
(Maybe not years. But more than I can manage today. Especially since:)
I dusted in the living room, brushed down the couches, then moved furniture and swept out the living room.
Cleaned counters in the hall bathroom, tidied, and then swept the bathroom.
Now, in the various garbage bags, there is enough dog hair to stuff a California King comforter.
Not that anyone would want a dog hair stuffed comforter.
(Unless you are interested. In which case, email me. I can fix you up.)
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