I spent today in a cleaning frenzy. If you’ve seem our home, then you know how many nooks and crannies can hold the dust and dog hair. Feel free to grab white gloves and inspect. I defy the most neurotic germ-phobe.
What I didn’t know was that I was also cleaning metaphorically. Last week left a residue of mental suckiness that somehow got polished away in the process.
Sure, next week will bring its own, uh, “challenges.” (Don’t you hate it when people use that word? I do. Problems are problems, not “challenges.” Euphemism deflates meaning.) But now I can start from square one, not square minus ten. And that is a triumph of sorts.
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