There used to be one. It was “cleaning day” for me years ago. The weekend arrived with a house ready for visitors or entertaining. Now, I just “think” of cleaning on Thursdays.
The list for “some day” grows longer and longer, especially when I open the windows in the evening for that cool air and allow the dust and pollen access to all dust-able surfaces. I’ve been exploring many options for tackling those niggling chores: dusting blinds, vacuuming under beds, floorboards, etc…
Finally, a realistic solution.
And I think we all have a touch of OCD about something. Thankfully, aging takes care of some of that obsessing business.
Go clean something. I’m off to employ myself.