Feeding the Beast

This past Saturday, I busied myself with those necessary evils known as household chores. As I vacuumed, laundered clothes and performed various other unglamorous duties, a feeling of unease blanketed my aura like a Snuggie. I should've felt great about knocking out so much housework; however, try as I might, I couldn't shake the disquieting feeling, and by the time my head hit the pillow, I was mildly agitated (my husband may disagree on the adjective here).
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