Wowza. Mom worked like crazy yesterday. She washed the floor in the kitchen, and dragged the rug sucking monster around. She made a nice dinner for both of us (chick-hen) and baked her favorite chocolate cake. (I'll tell you a secret - she puts coffee in her chocolate cake. And yesterday she grated the skin of an orange into it too, and she added some sinna-minna-min. I am not sure if that still makes it a "chocolate" cake, but hey, what do I know?)
Then she mowed the lawn and watered her garden. She said an evil intruder kitty has been digging in some pots on the porch, so she moved some stuff around so the evil intruder can't jump up there any more. Mom did all the dishes and washed all the laundry, AND she folded it all and put it away. Which kinda sucks, because last week I napped in the basket full of clean sheets all week long. She washed all the pots and the pans, watched the tennis and finished sewing the binding on her Black Crayons quilt.
I'm glad she's going back to her day-hunting gig today, because I'm exhausted just watching her.