I love to vacuum. I've always loved to vacuum. There's something so satisfying about seeing the progress of the clean vacuum tracks and paths across a room. I stopped doing my own housecleaning when I moved in with Brad in Boston about fifteen years ago, but I do clean our house here in Homer. Yesterday and the day before I scrubbed bathtubs and toilets and folded laundry and did lots of aerobic housecleaning; but yesterday I did my favorite household task of all. I vacuumed the stairs until the carpet looked brand new, including the risers, which are so fluffy and nice now. We have a central vacuum system here, which is awfully fancy, and very quiet. I could vacuum for hours. That's only part of the crazy part, though. The real craziness is that I then don't really want anyone to walk on the carpet and tamp it down after I've made it all fluffy and nice. It's probably a good thing that our Eldorado Canyon house is all tile and stone flooring or I'd never be able to have friends over.