underwhelming as possible. I was desperate not to fail this time. I decided to do the dishes. Here was my rationale: Every time I got a burst of cleaning energy, I had to start in the kitchen. A house isn’t clean if the kitchen isn’t clean. But my kitchen was a whole-day project. By the time I was done, my elusive cleaning energy had vanished, and I never moved on to the rest of the house. If I did make it past the kitchen, the kitchen (quite rudely) got messy again while I worked elsewhere. It was a never-ending cycle. I had to get this figured out.
