Clean

Start with the toilets. Hear the satisfying fizz of the vinegar hitting the baking soda; smell the clean tang of the tea tree oil. Move to the shower. Start scrubbing and realize that the tiles are not actually all the same color. Stomach the distaste and begin scrubbing. Realize that you need more help. Find the recipe for tile cleaner. Discover that there are no empty spray bottles. See that the wood cleaner is almost empty. Start deep cleaning the dining room furniture. Still a little left so move to the catchall drawers in the entryway. Find all the missing hats jammed behind the bottom drawer. Grumble. Remove them by squeezing your arm through the small aperture that appears when the drawer is mostly closed. Dispose of mismatched gloves and outgrown mittens. Find that there is somehow still wood cleaner and move to the end tables. 

Come to the realization that you are devoting the level of detail that you previously poured into work for other people into your home. Pause. Consider that you’re happy. Genuinely, unambiguously content. Smile. Write a couple of paragraphs. Remember that you still haven’t actually managed to clean the tile. 

Shrug. Decide to eat lunch first. And read while doing it. The shower will still be there. So will the satisfaction.