Today I cleaned.
Went through papers, mound by mound, wrestled my apartment to the ground. Threw out all those boxes of stuff, couldn’t get rid of it fast enough. Stacks of newspapers starting to mold, some answering machines maybe ten years old, piles and piles of useless crap, then stopped a while and took a nap.
Woke up refreshed and kept on at it (after drowning in all this stuff I’d had it). Pulled the good stuff from the bad, went through everything I had. Several hours later on, with all the useless garbage gone, my place looked sparkling, wondrous — new! I swear my soul felt cleaner too.
I’m sure you know just what I mean. Sometimes it’s just good to clean.