Domesticating A Writer

I am many things, but I'm not domestic. Sure, my inner Martha Stewart raises her hydra head every now and again (maybe once a year if she's been nurtured properly) but it's not normal for me. This morning I had to get up extra early because we had the Comcast guy come to the house to fix an Internet issue. (He's still there and it's almost two hours later, btw.) So I'm walking around the house and I'm noticing dust and just how much I really need to do some spring cleaning. The dust is...