Nothing quite matches the satisfaction I get from knowing I cleaned the apartment. Like really, knock-down, drag-out, scrub-all-that-crap-from-the-sink clean. Yes, it was a workout, but the place looks appropriately immaculate. I'm danged proud of it, if I do say so myself.
If only I had a little bit of help from my animal friends. Maybe I'll obtain some when I go to New York. One week from tomorrow. Not counting or anything. Nope.
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