December 17th, 2004
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The small joys of the order-obsessive
In the midst of the most hellacious month of anything I’ve ever coerced my body into doing, I take great comfort from small victories, such as maintaining a house far cleaner and more organized than most others in my commercial demographic. Aside from a few long-term sticking points (shower liner, floor smudges, refridgerator shelves), everything around here is neat as a pin. I can’t accurately describe the odd satisfaction I derive from the knowledge that the dishes are all clean. The laundry is all put away. There is no trash, and very little dust existing anywhere in my home (though the cables are beckoning for a wipe down and restringing).
I have Cheerios. I have brown rice balls with dried seaweed. I have grapefruit juice, a lit Christmas tree, and two moogles. Still wearing my velour jacket, I am comfortable with the windows open and it being a refreshing fifty degrees Fahrenheit inside. If only I wasn’t home “early” because we’re “pulling an all-nighter tomorrow.” ::le sigh::
