Opening the door to the apartment revealed quite a startling
scene: what a year's worth of accumulating dust and sand can do
to a floor.  This wasn't your usual layer of dust, this was some
hardcore grime that had worked its way in with compound
interest.  But as with all of these things, the job must be
done, and done it was.  Though long and laborious the task was,
I realized it was strangely calming and satisfying.  I doubt the
Swiffer could have handled a job of this magnitude, and there
was a mop that was readily available, but I opted to go for a
more traditional route.  In movies they always show the little
asian kids or grown german men scrubbing the floors of dojos and
monastaries.  I was always curious as to the worth of these
practises and if the technique really did connect one with the
rest of the Universe.  Also, I've been starting to notice a
little pudge around the midsection which I want to get rid of,
so why do some arbitrary excersizes when I can work out and do
something productive at the