As a yoga practitioner, I spend a lot of time on floors.
This morning, I noticed something: my floor smells nice.
I don't just mean it's clean; it's been clean for a while now. I've been sweeping and scrubbing like a motherfucker.
I mean that the clean has reached a new level, where the floor is not just not-dirty but is actually sweet and inviting.
Apparently all this cleaning and organizing is coming back to me. Like instant karma or something.
Very strange.
P.S. Happy, if that's the right word, Memorial Day.
