This weekend I cleaned the downstairs bathroom. I wanted to take a bubble bath, which meant scrubbing the bathtub since Isis was the last one to use it and he rolls around in the dust on the balcony for fun. While I had the Comet out and was just waiting around for the tub to fill, I went to work on the rest of it.
The goal was to get to "plausibly clean". What that means is "clean enough that I believe the cleanliness is worth preserving, but not so spick-and-span that I think the first time I leave something on the counter there's just no point in continuing to pick up after myself because it's all ruined." No one ever said that I was not without neuroses.
I modelled that after my car's current state of cleanliness. Because it has been one month since Drew and I filled two trashbags cleaning out my car. I discarded things I had in my old Ford Escort, three cars and eight years back (including that one year when I just went without a car). Tonight, I picked him up at home to go out to dinner and he was shocked to see that my car? is still "clean".
It should be noted that the ceiling fans are on, the door to the balcony is open, and I am sitting in my living room in shorts and a tank top. Because Winter seems to be over for Phoenix. Spring is here, and we still have a couple of months before the triple digit temperatures come and I have to decide whether to pony up for air conditioning in my car.
The answer to that question is: probably, even though my commute is ten minutes long, but I think I'll have the windows tinted first and see if that with the steering wheel cover, dashboard cover, stick shift cover, underground parking at home, and window covers for parking outdoors makes is bearable, which is probably won't.
It's supposed to be something like 80*F here tomorrow. Eighty degrees is a point at which the words "dry heat" mean something (roughly translated "eighty degrees in a dry heat" means "fabulous"). In July, when it's 115* outside every single day, "dry heat" means "you know, dry like an oven".
