Saturday, January 12, 2013

Scrubbing

Sometimes you just have to scrub. Pull out the rubber gloves, the cleanser, and scrub your heart out. It feels good, this scrubbing. Too much time has passed since the last scrubbing because you've been occupied with parties, wrapping, packing, traveling, more traveling, snow, not to mention whale costumes with laser eyes.

The scrubbing got set aside for sanity's sake. But the whale costume is done, the parties are over (at least until Groundhog Day), the wrapping has been disposed of, the packing has been unpacked, the laundry done and folded, and the wanderlust has been satisfied for quite some time.

Stuff has been put away, and now it's time for scrubbing. Some muscle and some cleanser and everything shines once more. Some sweeping, some mopping, some vacuuming.

Home.

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