Yesterday I realized the blades of the ceiling fan in my living room were a little dusty.
But I didn’t realize they were dirty because I was going around looking for things to clean.
No. I realized the fan was dirty because I was walking around eating whipped cream right out of the can, and (on one head tip back while watching the local forecast) my gaze was forced upward.
This led to a momentary reflection on both my cleaning and dietary habits.
Unfortunately I decided to continue enjoying the whipped cream instead of cleaning, so I’ll have to put that on the list of things to do for today.
Oh, and also on that list … buy more whipped cream.