a universal truth

the universe has many knowns and many truths. instinct which governs our daily lives. involuntary reflexes keeping us alive. and natural laws that keep our feet on the ground. we as humans are helpless. we can't argue, we can't negotiate. we must simply accept.

One of these known truths is that:
"Not more than 2 rooms in my house may be clean at any given time."

I just don't understand it.

Just 2 weeks ago our house was immaculate. radiant. dustless, spotless, hairless, smellless, messless. And in just days. DAYS....it all went to shit. We've done a decent enough job of keeping our bedrooms clean. the bathrooms are not yet to the point where you want to wear flip flops into the shower. and the living room is still semi-inhabitable....

But don't, and I mean, don't even imagine setting foot in the kitchen. Or the dining room (well, thats not really a loss, we're never in the dining room anyway) Or the guest suite (the pets have taken over, its nast) and ack! our studio is disgusting! one literally cannot set foot in it. Books and papers strewn about. Memorabilia dangled from its once careful mounting. the dust bunnies attacked you. they clung to your feet and should you kick them up, you chance inhaling their choking filth. they're hungry. hungry for more...dust.

Yesterday I had had it. I engaged "lunatic mode." Armed w/ dual bottles of windex holstered at my hips. Arm bands made of paper towels. A garbage bag the size of Rhode Island. And Led Zeppelin turned up to 11 to quell the screams of the dust bunnies as they were sucked into the darkened abyss of my vacuum.

This morning I'm sitting at my desk again! using my desktop pc. (as opposed to sitting on the couch w/ the laptop) If I wanted to, I can use my desk phone! I can place objects such as a coffee cup on my desk and not worry that a parasitic worm will leap into it. I can play my choice of keyboard or guitar while sitting in any number of chairs. And most gloriously, I can walk from the door to the back of the room, w/out having to pole vault over a pile of crap.

So, one more room is clean. And by cleaning it, I made the kitchen *this much messier* By the time the kitchen is clean again, I'm sure the living room will be trashed beyond recognition.

such is life.