Today I am going to feel energized. I am going to think good thoughts. I am going to apply myself vigorously and uncomplainingly to housecleaning. I am not going to question the identity of bits that I am going to clean from the walls around Lucy's cage. I am not going to fume when I find men's undies stacked at the foot of the bed. I am not going to wonder how two adults who are not greasemonkeys or field workers or miners can possibly create such a soiled environment. And thus will prove that cleanliness is not necessarily next to godliness, but that it is damned close to saintliness.

I forgot cheerfully. Yeah, that's it. Cheerfully.