Getting Things Done with Dolores

There’s no workout like spring cleaning.
Even in a tiny bungalow like mine, there seems to be endless work involved with keeping it clean. The last couple of days I started my spring cleaning regimen — I clean the same way I do everything else: ignore the little everyday chores and instead go for a huge, complicated project instead.
I started with the exterior of the house so that I wouldn’t look like the big slob on the block. Mowing, edging, pulling weeds, sweeping, hosing, and pulling out the huge honeysuckle vine in my backyard, mostly dead from this year’s freezing days in January. That vine covered the entire side fence of my backyard, and now that it is gone my yard looks twice as big. Nice.
And can I just say, guiltily, that there is nothing more fun and relaxing as hosing the dirt off sidewalks and driveway; using gallons and gallons of water… despite the fact that there are uncounted multitudes on this planet who don’t have access to clean water, and certainly not enough of it to use to wash dirt off their lovely faux paver driveway.
Living room: clean and tidy, with hardwood floors polished and exuding a slight orange scent. Kitchen: so clean and neat that it looks like no one lives here; no clutter on the counters and no dishes in the spotless sink. Maybe I need some flowers or something.
Bathroom: it would be so much easier to clean the bathroom if I could just close the door, seal it, and fill it with soapy water.
This leaves the bedroom and office. Bedroom not so difficult, but the office will be a real chore — as is typical with me, there are piles of papers, discs, and tapes everywhere. Cleaning the office will mean not just tidying up, but throwing away. That’s something I’m not very good at.
Anyone want to take bets on how long it will take me to dirty the house up again?