The first thing I did after arriving home & sitting the baby on the floor was to sweep.
I don’t often sweep.
I swept the kitchen, the stairs, the entry way. Then I looked in the garage at the crud accumulated by the cars throughout the winter, and I started to sweep that too.
Our house was dry as a bone. Miraculously.
My desire to tidy, in particular to sweep, was to keep my hands busy.
To *do* something after four days of waiting.
To let my brain settle into the rhythm of a monotonous activity.
Something I could control.
Sweep minus the s.
Weep.
I thought that would be first.
