A handful of dust

I usually do intensive house-cleaning only when visitors are coming.  And since these visitors don’t venture into the master bedroom, guess which room almost NEVER gets cleaned?

But yesterday, spurred on by some random burst of domestic energy, I hauled out the vacuum cleaner and went to work.  I found herds of dust buffaloes in the closet and along the moldings.  I found socks I thought had gone forever.  I even found my son’s purple kazoo (some things are better left hidden).

There’s still some dusting to do, but the lovely Mary on my dresser now has a much cleaner room to live in.

And that makes me happy.

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