I have no idea why I sporadically have to clean everything. Instead of picking away at things like a normal person, I tend to go whole hog. Just don’t get in my way when the tidying up spirit overtakes me.
Case in point, this morning I vacuumed the whole house at 6:30a.m. Sure, that coulda been on account of me delaying the morning run, but when I returned from my appointed rounds, I washed the car and then the road bike. Thoroughly.
In hindsight, yesterday’s bathroom top-to-bottoms foreshadowed today’s manic cleaning.
Everything can now get dirty. The cleaning spirit departeth as mysteriously as it arriveth.