sublimating

The thing about handling a home is is that it needs constant attention towards its every aspect. A bit like keeping an inventory of all the little things in a shop or running a plot sized country because one moment everything is fine, the functioning running smoothly on all six cylinders and the other moment there's suddenly a miniature crisis like finding all the mint plants getting sick because of a colony of microscopic white bugs that have invaded the plants and slowly begun sucking at its life force or finding the fridge full of vegetable but virtually non existent of tomatoes which are somewhat of a staple or something as annoying as finding the Roomba belly up because the feline army has attacked the little robot.
A piece of well-oiled machinery that fluently functions with a well set or at least well-meaning life needs the person at its helm and the one riding shotgun to always be on their toes both metaphorically and physically in order to keep an account of any developing predicaments, ongoing impasses and to avoid any contingencies which might hamper the faultless working of a home to avoid a bumpy ride.

There are almost daily wears and tears that demand sometimes a quick fix and sometimes a cautious long drawn repair and the smallest cogs fit into the bigger picture to form an element that though not visible at the first immediate glance adds to the entire portrait of things and as unimportant as it might be the full picture would lack substance without that unnoticeable speck on the right hand corner of the image.

It could be repairing a fused bulb, cleaning out fans or begrudgingly waking up too early in the morning to begin putting everything in order so as to keep some moments of needed laziness easy.