Clean Sweep

Around midday yesterday I began to feel better, better than better, in fact. I felt energized and neurotic (back to my old self, you might say). After dinner, I was a tornado made of two parts laundry, one part dishsoap, and four parts Dyson Ball. Noah had no idea whether to try to help or just get out of the way before I bleached him- poor guy. I think he realized the full extent of my sickness when he saw me cleaning my moisturizer bottle with a disinfecting wipe. My fever had turned into cleaning fever! My apartment is sparkly, and I can't wait to go home and take a big, fabric softener-scented nap.