Even the Man of Leisure Must Labor

Ugh.

As is sometimes the case, I had to set aside my life of leisure and labor a bit for the good of the house. Its upkeep, though physically taxing, is necessary. We mustn't live in squalor.

First, I scooped out the litter boxes and placed the bag of poop in the receptacle outside. Then, I took the trash out to the curb. And boy was there plenty of it!



I also collected everyone's plates and glasses from around the house and brought them into the kitchen. I loaded the dishwasher and cranked it up:



Finally, I vacuumed the living room floor. The carpet sure looks nice and clean now!



I deserve a frickin' raise.