That, a spray bottle of orange-colored cleaner/degreaser, some paper towels and (a little later) the old socks, undies and T-shirt fragments I've saved for cleaning once I can no longer wear them, and the willingness to roll up my sleeves meant I finally took care of, well, most of my kitchen floor. Which needed cleaning like whoa. It's now the cleanest it's been in years. Good thing I got sick of looking at the dirt, and good thing I had -- not necessarily the ideal tools for cleaning it (I told myself Jeez, Chris, one of these days just buy a Swiffer) but cleaning-capable tools.
This is also where having a grid pattern on the floor helps with the cleaning. Made it feel targeted, segmented: a certain square or rectangle of tiles at a time, becoming brighter than they'd been. And seeing the nice difference helped keep me at it.
Because I'm lazy, I didn't clean in some corners of the kitchen where stuff is, um, piled. There's a distinct line between the scrubbed area and one unscrubbed area. Let's see how long it takes for me to get twitchy about that and move around the stuff that I'd need to move in order to clean it.
THIS IS THE EXCITEMENT YOU GET FROM MY BLOG. The excitement often stops here.