A big part of me sides with the esteemed Quentin Crisp on matters of housecleaning.
The remaining portion grudgingly cedes the potential spiritual benefits of several days spent on one's hands and knees applying a handheld steam cleaner to an expanse of filthy carpet. Release from obsessive thinking for a slice of the day; redemption, one square foot at a time. Each one the sweeter for being hard-won.
Plus there's the sheer Morbid Fascination Factor. I mean, holy cats, that was one filthy @%$! rug.
This is Day 2 of a 21-day series. For more scoop on the who/what/why, go here.