How the universe forced me to clean my room

My day was planned out. I had my tea, had done my stretches, I was all ready to go. My computer, however, was not. It wouldn't connect to the Internet, so there went my plans. The cable company could send someone out in a few hours, which made me very happy, but I also realized a stranger would soon be in my messy office.  

How did it get to this sad state? I vowed the last time I cleaned, it would stay that way. It didn't. Now, with company coming and my previous plans dashed, it seemed as though the universe was telling me, time to clean my room.

I don't like working in a messy area. I like to be able to find what I want, and to have tidy surroundings. Somehow, my office always manages to fill up with this and that, and I vow to clean it soon. Today, I swore an oath on my dust-free desk to keep it  in good condition. I know the words will flow smoother, and my mind will be clear, if my work space is clean. Here's hoping!