Fred and I basically lived together when we first met. I lived across the hall from him my Sophomore summer in a Boston brownstone on the top floor in one of the fraternities at MIT. There were two singles and I lived in one of them and a girlfriend from college lived in the other. Fred lived across the hall with our friend Jim in a large open room that looked over the Charles River from a big round built-in sofa/bed that butted up against a semi-circular window, with a makeshift kitchen and a bedroom connected on the side. Fred and Jim were managing the house and summer rentals that summer. We all shared the dorm-like bathroom.
The following year Jim, Fred and I lived together in that big sprawling room. Once in awhile I would just get so grossed out at how filthy the place was and get into serious cleaning mode, I made the boys help out.
There have been many rooms Fred and I have lived in since then with the sharing of the cleaning chores, including laundry. We have been on serious lock-down as many others have so I began to notice the house was looking a bit like a dorm room. Dust balls piling up, laundry needs, the family room table filled with an assortment of things that could be tossed, just a film of dirt everywhere. It was time to get down to it.
Saturday with plastic gloves on we divided and conquered. It would be so easy to get into a funk and just let everything go to shit but we aren’t going for that. A weekly clean including the fridge just gave us a new ounce of steam.
Last week gave us an idea of the weeks to come. Consuming the new data, talking with friends, daily exercise, 3 meals a day and very important to keep it clean.