Aw, naw, it's not a paean to regularity. It's a thought I filched from my pal Pretty Knitty (she of the blog of the same name) having to do with (insert Jaws!!! theme music here) that dreadest of phrases: house cleaning.
The basic assumption being that if, perhaps, you could see the various surfaces of your home, it would be far easier to clean them. The 'WTH....there's a FLOOR under that???' phenomenon.
I'm thinking about it. I skipped over spring cleaning this year because I had an insane round of allergies and even prodding at the top archeological layers produced violent sneezing and migrane-like headaches. (My excuse, sticking to it, don't tell me about your awesome nasal spray, don't wanna hear it.)
I suppose rather than 'cleaning' per se, what I should address is packrattery. We have it. Maybe I'll deal with that later. Right now I'm too depressed to think about it. And if you're waiting for photos, get over it! You think I want to DOCUMENT this? Are you INSANE?
(The preacher visits occasionally. I'm pretty sure when he says, "Holy Crap!" it's meant as a blessing.)