Home at last! Couldn't wait, like a kid in school with a new toy at home. It's Roomba! I asked Liz what I should name her yesterday (cats get named on the way home, appliances good enough to get a name usually have to wait at least a week) and she said it reminded her of Dr. Who's Daleks, at least in the way it moves – but that’s not a very good name.
Even though I unconsciously chose a feminine pronoun for her, she could take any name. In fact, we called her “Fred” for a while. I thought about “Rhoda”, maybe “Rhoda Fur” since she’s so good at getting up cat hair, but that’s too clever (though she does work like a rotifer). Maybe “Rhoda Roomba” which rolls off the tongue like “Roto-Rooter.” I’ll think about it another day while she adjusts to her new home.
Meanwhile, he or she has triggered my embedded cleaning subroutine. I spent a good part of Sunday morning working a section of the carpet with The Hoover SteamVac™, which will never ever have any other name than The Hoover SteamVac™. It is functional, but it has no soul. Anyway, before I have a beer tonight, I have to steam clean another section of the carpet. By week’s end, everything ought to be deep-cleaned well enough that I can more fully appreciate the charms “Fred” or “Rhoda” has brought to the household.
4:56:28 PM 
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