Sometimes I feel like a five-year-old who has been left alone in the kitchen and discovered all the wonderful things he can make. The result is generally a mess that involves the liberal use of Ketchup. In this life, my tracks and smears and smudges and fingerprints everywhere and someone has to clean things up. That 'someone' is me, since I am not a five-year-old and can recognize that working in a clean space is easier than working in a dump.
But since the cleanup too often creates its own tracks and smears and smudges and fingerprints, finding a truly clean space can be frustrating and elusive.
Perhaps I could start by setting aside the notions of what is a dump and what is spick and span?