I live by myself in a two-bedroom condo unit. I clean every Saturday morning. Sometimes I wonder why I do it. No one ever comes over. But for some strange reason, I seem to love doing it. In fact, I feel hooked on doing it every Saturday morning. I would have my music on while doing it and that helps a whole lot. Maybe if I didn't have the music, I might not be too enthusiastic about cleaning.

What's really weird is that, after it's over, I feel let down and depressed.