domesticity
October 13, 2007
Today I spurn the good weather and instead turn inwards, into the dark, cave-like structure that is my house.
Oh yes, it’s cleaning day.
Ignore the dazzling sun and endless, unmarred blue sky. There are surfaces to be scrubbed! Carpets to be vacumed! Floors to be mopped!
I will not rest until it shines.
I was thinking earlier of travelling to my old stomping grounds and taking a peek at the Surry Hills festival (which I prefer to refer to as the Yuppie Hills festival), but the notion of being surrounded by innumerable young professionals and trendy types made me think twice about this.
And I reasoned that I would rather clean my toilet.
