A Hoover’s Worth A Hundred Words

Write about today. Edit down what you’ve written so that it’s only 100 words.

The urge to clean comes only when I should be doing something else: a work deadline, catching up on this blog. Both were true today.

Yet instead I pulled out the ancient vacuum, unrolled the cord, and plugged into a central outlet. This was no cursory cleaning. I moved furniture. Saw carpet I haven’t seen in years. And then I went back over it again, like a dance—the Bissell ballet, the Roomba rumba.

Filter empty, cord re-hung, I was ready to get back to work. Then nature called.

How long has it been since I cleaned the toilet bowl?