i am not a clean person
i mean, i rarely clean my home. it never seems to be that big a deal. until it really is. and then it really is. and continues to be.
once in a great long while i get the urge. it's rare and i'm overwhelming. but the urge to clean comes up and grabs me and won't let me go. and that rare cleaning period is similar to some people's annual spring cleaning. i clean everything. i move furniture. i clean corners. i do huge cleaning that probably wouldn't need to happen as much if i just did a regular weekly cleaning or something.

but then that would make it a big deal. and cleaning, well, just isn't. anyway, i raise all of this becuase this week has been one of those rare periods. after my cold starting dying down, i just kept wanting to clean the cold out of my house-- what with never being able to open my windows because it's freezing outside, the heater constantly on, and my sickness everywhere. my house felt like it needed a long, hot shower. and since the weekend i've been cleaning up a storm. and i hardly recognize my place anymore. and, of course, my cat hates me. because she doesn't like the cleaning and the noises one bit. but lucky for her, it's a rare event indeed.