If You're Reading This, My Apartment is Clean
"The real problem isn’t our limited time...[It's] that we’ve unwittingly inherited, and feel pressured to live by, a troublesome set of ideas about how to use our limited time, all of which are pretty much guaranteed to make things worse."
—Oliver Burkeman, Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals
Here I am, procrastinating, and here, I am procrastinating.
Yesterday, I had the bright idea to go all out on spring cleaning and houseplant maintenance. After an entire day's efforts, the living room is sort of clean, with all the plants fed and positioned close to windows for the summer,1 while every other room is in chaos and far worse condition than before I started.
The apartment would be in a better state if I had never endeavored to clean it in the first place. I don't know how that's possible, but it's happened. I expect I'll be at the cleaning all day again today, doomed to spend the entire weekend on chores.
It's not so terrible. At least I get a break from computers and screens.2 And I can listen to music and audiobooks while I work. Ugh, no. It is terrible! It's downright dreadful, even, and I despise it. All the same, I better get started.