I remember so clearly the French teacher I had at BYU for my first two years of language classes. She was a large, blond, fuzzy-haired graduate student studying French Caribbean literature. She hated, hated, hated the crazy, insane, OCD teachers who used the overhead projector between each class (every day) who wound up the cord after every use. Ah, I laugh to think about it. She hated it so much. She thought it was such a waste of time. Every day she had to unwind it before plugging it in and it took her about seven wasted seconds. I think about it every time I wind up the vacuum cord, or sweep, straighten books, or do one of a million repetitive, almost pointless homekeeping tasks. Almost pointless, but not quite.