To Clean

I thought I did a good job at unpacking the night we got back.

Apparently, that was just a delusional sense of completion due to lack of sleep and energy to have made a better set of judgement calls.

In these moments, when one has some sort of sickness, and the house is a mess, one cannot help but try to do some minor cleanup here or there in the hopes that it might help somehow.

Cleaning sometimes has a very therapeutic ability (not always, but sometimes) and it has to be done anyways.

If I was not cleaning, I was resting, if I wasn’t doing either, I was watching Orange is the New Black or eating.

I was not moving at any sort of record pace, but fast enough that I was able to clean a few things.

The general sense of accomplishment one finds while cleaning can only help one’s health, and at the very least, provide a more comfortable living environment.

One only needs to follow directions and not hinder one’s health by using toxic chemicals without proper precautions.