Dancing with the Broom
Today was one of my infamous scrubbing days where I get the oddest urge to clean. It starts very innocently. Perhaps a piece of fuzz on the carpet, or a dish in the sink. The vaccuum is unleashed from its den to furiously groom the carpet, the scrubber brush releases its soapy innards to make grime flee in fear. Next thing I know I am whipping the Swiffer out, spraying the shower, Windexing windows, and dancing with the broom to the music of a laundry load. It is amusing that as the apartment gets shinier, the cleaner gets grubbier. But no matter, soon this scullery maid shall have to put down the sponge and go find her dancing shoes. In a couple of hours Io is taking me to the Palomar to try their drop in salsa class. Quite excited at the prospect of twirling as I have not been dancing in some time. Though hopefully I shall not stand out to much. No falling over and no hiccups!