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Around 4:30 a.m., my sister turned off The Lion in Winter to catch M*A*S*H (a habit I can take thorough credit for), and some time towards the end of the episode, I remembered that I had placed Progo on the floor to run around while I replaced the newspapers in his tank. And I realized that I could not find him. Kirsten, in helping me with my rescue-and-recovery, discovered the five or six inches of dust covering everything in our path. Slowly, as if in a dream, we drifted to the broom closet and the space under the sink where the Swiffer dust rags are kept. What? We have Swiffer dust rags? Surely they have never been used. And slowly, dreamlike, we began to to clean. The television was turned off, surgical masks were donned, and a playlist of Sondheim songs and Japanese pop music was assembled. Objects were dusted, stored in a large metal trunk dubbed "Mom's Box of Travel Shit", or thrown out.

Kirsten is damp-mopping the floor as I type.

It's some sort of miracle. It's not much of a difference, mind you-- I don't think this place has been cleaned properly since the early '90's-- but there is something of a noticeable improvement. Surely this is very powerful magic.

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