My house is usually immaculately clean except for most of the time, when it isn’t.   Once upon a time I was fanatical about cleaning in preparation for the afterlife.   Mine.   I didn’t ever want to walk out the door without having cleaned, in case it was someone else who had to come back in and deal with the madness. Kind of like: Always wear the good underwear in case you get hit by a bus.   I didn’t want anyone else to have to clean up … [Read more...]