I need to vacuum today. When carpet dirt starts to form windrows along furniture, you have a problem.
The carpet looks like a herd of cats live here, there are so many clumps of Persian fuzz strewn over it. Not to mention paper shreds. Persians are static electricity generators, and all they need do is walk past the shredder to pick up enough paper shreds to make the whole duplex look like a copier room in an office.
Dust used to be a problem, both on things and in the carpet. I tried to convince myself it came from the bean elevator a few blocks south of me, but I knew that was hopeful thinking. One thing helped keep dust down: I changed to a virtually dustless cat litter because of how much dust the boys carried around on their hair.
Ugh! You know where that dust ended up! No wonder my sister-in-law won’t allow a litter box in her home, even though she and my brother always have critters around!
The change in litter improved house cleanliness beyond doubt, but there are other forces in play. Or playing. Dougy! Andy! I’m bringing out the vacuum! You made a lot of the mess, now you suffer the consequences!
I took a photo a few minutes ago (6:15 am), but in low light to help minimize how bad things really are…:
Didn’t work. Once I brought the color and brightness up, I knew delay is not possible. This needs to be a short post. Filth doesn’t wait. It accumulates!
[That’s Andy in the upper left hand corner, taking a drink at the fountain. He looks innocent, but don’t you believe it!]