My landlord told me today she was spring cleaning, and with our rain and 70 degree weather, it didn't even occur to me why that would be a strange thing to say.
Oh, you mean it isn't spring?
And so it was that I too felt compelled to clean. It's been on my to-do list for a while, but I just hate it so much. I'm talking vacuuming and swiffer-ing, which are awful in themselves but made worse with faulty equipment (likely ignorance on my part on how to, say, change a vacuum bag).
Nevertheless, empowered by a simultaneous phone call from my friend Tanvi, who lives in India, I cleaned as we talked, and LO AND BEHOLD my apartment is clean!
I finished it off with some "relaxing" lemon scent a la Solstice Candle Company, and it was such a joy to return from home group tonight to a clean apartment.
(There is no picture of my apartment because my idea of clean is still probably not on par with normal people's, or my mom's, so I'd rather let the illusion live.)