You actually sweep up all the cat hair that's probably been making you choke and sneeze over the past few months. And you look at the sink full of dishes with something akin to longing. You manage to fight that feeling down, however... but then the vacuum begins to beckon. And... and... there's laundry to be done. And bills to not exactly pay, but get rid of the older versions that you haven't paid yet. And all that shite you've thought about throwing out before they throw you out of the house is singing loudly.
Goes back to the open word page and thinks about that lovely meunster cheese omelette that's in need of being made. Or a bunch of fried eggs smashed that sounds just as yummy.