The Housekeeping Gene
A few days ago I googled “housekeeping,” probably hoping to find something interesting or meaningful about my own old, dull resistance to basic maintenance, that is, washing, dusting, sweeping, repairing — the details need not detain us here. I “discovered” the housekeeping gene.
It doesn’t change anything about the immediate situation, certainly, but maybe it does dignify the problem a little. I am resisting something. It has an identity: maintenance IS identifiable, something particular among the many, many systems that have evolved over a very long time to keep life forms going.