We all have our quirks. One of mine is that I like to vacuum. It is, oh, I don't know ... kind of relaxing, I guess. Sort of soothing. Back and forth, back and forth, forward and back. You don't really have to think about it. You can pray or sing or even talk to yourself while you do it. (Not that I ever talk to myself. Certainly not. What a ridiculous notion.) Vacuuming is good exercise, all of that pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling, making even patterns on the carpet.
That's my favorite part, the vacuum marks on the carpet.
*sigh* I know. I'm weird. But isn't there something so relaxing about a tidy room, freshly vacuumed? Doesn't it just feel so nice and clean?
Well, until you look at the dust on the bookshelf. I choose not to look at that. I like to look at the floor.
I have other quirks, too. Someday I'll tell you about them.