I know it’s been a while since I cleaned, and even longer since I really gave the bedroom a good going-over. Since you died, I’ve been avoiding throwing out your bed, and that kind of turned me off of straightening the rest of the room.
But it’s been three and a half months and the bedroom was starting to smell so bad you wouldn’t have wanted to sleep there, and that’s saying something. So tonight, I finally cleaned that room.
And I just gotta point out, mutt, that with the proper enchanted implements I could have knit you back to life using the furballs you left under the bed. Have you found a way to shed from Heaven?