Do you like order? I claim I don’t. I had a mother who did. I have a wife who does. Me repeating what I grew up with must be more than opposites attract. There is something about order that I must like.
My wife leave my study alone when she cleans. I often think about carrying the vacuum up the stairs and cleaning it each time she cleans other parts of the house, but I rarely do. By default, my study is the only part of the house I am allowed to clean, and yet I don’t long for it.
It makes me wonder if I lived alone would I be in filth. Then I remember those days of being single. I did clean. I liked it as such, but being clean is not the same as being ordered. I am sure of it.