EDITORIAL

My house is remarkably clean. When I walk through each room, I make a point of polishing a dull spot on a table or picking up a magazine or cleaning a glass or kissing my children. If my children are cleaning up with me, it is much harder to kiss them because they are cleaning in motion although the house becomes cleaner for it which makes me want to kiss them more and so I will stop to kiss them and they will stop to kiss me back and we become dirty with kisses and my house slowly becomes less remarkable.