AHH, the follies of Mother Nature.
I was resting secure in the superior wisdom of Mary Ellen and her helpful hints, telling me not to clean my windows when it was sunny.
And then the clouds rolled in and we had a gray and sunless day.
So I could either pretend not to notice the hint from Mother Nature, or I could bow to her inimitable ways and clean the goldanged windows.
I chose the latter.
And I feel better about it, looking out of freshly cleaned if still a bit streaky windows.
Now for mopping the floors.
Nahh, maybe the next gray day, whenever that might be.
Mustn't overdo things.