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Earlier this evening I thought to myself, "maybe I'll just chill out and put off vacuuming until tomorrow. Watch some TV. Read a book. NOT vacuum." Then, I baked some cookies and vacuumed the house. Wednesday night is vacuuming night*. Maybe it's muscle memory. In any case, I can't fight it. I have become a tidy person through sheer force of habit.
It's pretty nice. I like it.
*From Donald's perspective, Wednesday night is "hide behind the stack of boxes in the unfinished corner of the basement until Shena comes to get me and I can come out again."