Coming Clean

       Okay, so we have a bit of a clutter problem.  It's not a huge issue. Really. It's not like it's everywhere -- just mainly all over the desk downstairs, and the desk upstairs, and around the phone in the kitchen, and in a few other places.  

       But it is around -- constantly -- and it seems to grow at a rather frightening pace.  For example, that little pile of mail I put on the kitchen island before our company came the other day has already tripled in size.

       And I know it's there. I don't need anyone to point it out to me -- especially not Tom.  I'll deal with it sometime.  And I do know exactly what is in it -- no overdue bills, for example, or any anything like that. Besides, it was critical to give the bed-making issue its due.

       And it isn't like I haven't been doing other cleaning too. I cleaned the entire upstairs two days ago. I have also done some additional Martha-ish tasks. For example, when I took out the kitchen trash the other day, I also wiped out the trash bin, on Martha's recommendation, and even sprayed it with Lysol.  I also cleaned out the inside of the oven yesterday. I didn't actually clean the oven, by any means. But I wet a paper towel with some water and dish soap, and wiped out the inside of the oven. It looked so good afterward that I actually opened up the oven door a few times just to admire it. And I have continued to clean while I cook. In fact, for the last three nights, I have cleaned while cooking so well that when we had finished eating, all I had to do was pop the dishes in the dishwasher. Everything else was already done. And as already described, I have been making the bed, first thing in the morning -- for three days already, counting today.

       Oh no! I have written so much about the vast multitude of cleaning tasks I have accomplished that I have run out of space to address the clutter issue further.  I'll just have to get to it ... tomorrow.