The immediate excuse was my brother Drew's visit, but it was more than that. It was as if a switch were triggered and the smudges I usually don't see were decked out in crazy neon colors, begging to be obliterated.
So on top of the usual routine — the dusting and vacuuming and scouring — there was using the vacuum attachment to siphon out crevices in the basement, squeegeeing the front and back doors, washing the parakeets' cage cover ... and much, much more.
It's all a matter of seeing. Usually, I absolve the clutter, move past what I know I can't remedy because there's only enough time for the basics in my life and cleaning isn't one of them.
But this weekend I allowed myself time to dust and vacuum and sweep and scour, granted myself permission to use more hours than usual for those purposes. It's always comforting to accomplish much with little mental effort, to complete tasks always looming.
And now, I harvest the result: an almost spartanly clean house. Key word "almost" ... of course.