Clean apartment

My apartment is, at the moment, distressingly clean. Anyone who's known me for any length of time will understand what I mean. Neatness and cleanliness have never been the hallmarks of places I've lived. I wouldn't say they ever get to the point of filthy (okay, they have on occasion), but there is always some dirt around the edges. I rescued a friend from a difficult situation the other night, and her way of repaying me was to clean the apartment. She is also someone who has cleaned for a living, which is a completely different mindset of cleaning than any I've ever had. I've never been efficient at it - it's always a slog to get through, and it all piles up because I don't want to deal with it, etc. But she did dishes and cleaned and vacuumed (I can't even remember the last time I vacuumed - how sad is that?), and I now have a sparkling apartment. Which is good, because it's making me think about the rest of it and a need for organization and paring things down. Jess is having the yard sale the weekend after next, and I should add a whole bunch of things to it. Pare down to the simplicity I keep saying I want, yet somehow manage to never get. Probably from having way too much of a pack-rat tendency that was inherited quite honestly from my Dad. But for now I'm grateful, and enjoying the space. More coffee, then on to work, and the ongoing packing project there.