It has happened again. If it continues to happen, I may be reduced. I may shift my habits to accomodate only the best of the best. Yes, today’s image was the first shot today, as was yesterday’s yesterday.
I ended up cleaning more things than I even considered cleanable, or rather I discovered things in potential need of a spiffing throughout the day that I normally wouldn’t even consider attending to. And now the entire apartment has this eerie zen feel. I’ll admit I’m generally neat (out of appreciation for neatness, not from compulsion), but this is some deeper level of serious neatness surrounding me right now.
I’m not sure if it has affected my overall productivity, if it impacts the effectiveness of my screen time. But whenever I look away from the glowing rectangle I’m struck by the sheer pleasantness of having the oft-unnoticed details taken care of.
Longwinded ode to (analysis of?) cleaning, finished.