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The Zen of a Clean House

3 hours later and my house is clean. Bathrooms, living room, kitchen... all mopped, dusted, and windexed. And then? Relax.

There is nothing like relaxing in a clean house. There is no laundry to do, no dishes in the sink, no scummy toilets to clean. I can't quite explain the feeling, it just feels... right.

Of course, if nothing else, cleanliness is fleeting. Here one day and gone the next. As the universe continues it's inevitable journey towards entropy, dust will gather in the corners, crumbs will fall on the floor, and dishes will remain unwashed in the sink. I will continue to fight this futile war, waging one battle after another, until the day I die.

But for now, I'm going to snuggle under my clean sheets, and immerse myself in the comfort that can only exist when the floors are mopped, the carpets are vacuumed, and the fresh scent of lavendar permeates the air.

photo credit: lepiaf.geo