You Had Me at Dust -OR- I May Have Missed Your Point, but Found Mine

Oh, Twitter, how you make me giggle inappropriately at times.
I just saw this in my feed: "Remember you are dust, and to dust you will return." Trying to use Lent to remain grateful for this short life.


And I immediately think of the icky mass of gray dust I just wiped off a section of the tile in the 1/2 bathroom downstairs. And that was only one section. And there are three more full bathrooms in the house. And 10 more rooms, not counting walk-in closets. And the entire house is dusty. Or worse. And I start giggling thinking "And you shall wallow in dust all the filthy days of your life. You wrteched, wretched person." And if we're all dust eventually, then holy shit! How many fomer people are drifting through my house, being reborn as dust bunnies?! Next stop after the catcombs...Eileen's house! (It isn't usually this bad. The last month has just been a crazy blur...of many, many things. But somehow manic cleaning has not been one of them.)

So, as usual, there was a point, but my mind has warped it and I am now giggling. Seize the dusty day. Or something like that. :-)