The little joys of life

It's sooo lovely to be able to arrive home from a strenuous (well, my game isn't at all strenuous compared to everyone else's, aherm) game of soccer and be able to throw your clothes down in a clean and emptied room, take a refreshing and cleansing shower, then crawl into bed or sit at the desk or something... in a clean and neat environment... clean and neat and tidy are just so nice... and psychologically disturbing in a good way (disturb-disturb -- yes, right up there with good scents, though not causing quite the same intensity of internal-and-unexpressed reaction, arrr; haha)... oh how nice it feels to keep clean... and half-awake... (Haha, Leigh, you got me all on "psychologically" today, but it really is all quite psychological... and bad smells are sooo psychologically disturbing, even though I didn't tell you about _that_... think about it... or don't... Heaven is what it is.)