Housekeeping, it turns out, is exactly as repetitive as I expected it to be. (I'd like to say "as I remember it being" but apparently I stopped caring so long ago that memories have faded away.) Nothing stays done, which is to say that if you mop, vacuum, cook, and clean today, by five o'clock tomorrow no evidence will remain of that effort. Which is why you might as well not bother.
I, however, am choosing to bother, for 365 days, some of which I've already used up, thankyoujesus. Yesterday's event was cleaning off the huge desk in the living room. I worked five hours, mostly making file folders and then putting pieces of paper into them. The desk needs another five hours of attention. Not happening--