I am attempting to do some deep cleaning in my humble abode. I have spent ninety minutes cleaning the living room which, to the casual observer was already passably clean.
I could build a new dog with all the hair I vacuumed off the couch. In addition, there had to be a full measuring cup of dust and dust bunnies. Let's not discuss the spider webs.
The big issue, I think, is that I do not like my house. In return, it does not like me. It smells funny and is generally an uncomfortable place to live. The last thing I want to do is lavish care on it. But, I'm in no mood for a cautionary note from the county health department.
And so, I scrub.