If it’s true that cleanliness is next to godliness, then I’ve been consorting with the devil.
When I was still engaged in a career outside the home, I kept a passably tidy house. For one thing, I wasn’t around to mess it up, and there was an certain amount of urgency about straightening up each morning. Saturdays were spent on marathon sessions of mopping, dusting and vacuuming. Bummer.