If it’s Wednesday, it’s Cleaning Day at my house! Yesterday, I gathered all of my cleaning products and began by cleaning the bathroom and kitchen, including mopping the floors and scouring the bathtub, toilet and sinks. Next, I stepped outdoors and shook out all of the small mats and rugs followed by dusting all of the furniture, bookshelves, cable and computer devices.

Last, I vacuumed all of my beautiful wood floors before swiffering them and vacuuming all of the large area rugs. I then sat in my reading chair and gazed upon my accomplishment. Sweep dreams are made of this!

But, but, but . . . then I went out to my car to run an errand and saw this:

I believe an acre of local farmland is on that floor mat. Look at that door frame and protective shielding on that step thingy. Hell, look at the door speaker at the extreme left. What gives? Why don’t I care about a clean car? Two key reasons, perhaps.

I don’t like cars.

Cars have never been a status symbol for me. That being said, I am very fastidious about maintaining a car, making sure I have regular oil changes, etc. I want a reliable car, not necessarily a clean one.

I don’t like to drive.

I have only 20 percent vision in my right eye — the “passing-cars” eye. Enough vision for my ophthalmologist to sign off on the license renewal form; not enough not to hold my breath when I pass cars, that is, if I ever pass cars.

But hold the bucket . . . perhaps there are principled reasons why I don’t clean my car.

Clean cars have no stories.

One look at this side of my Kia and you know the driver is well-traveled . . . at least six miles in farmland at dawn most days. My car has a “natural feel,” don’t you think? The washed car can wait. Farmland cannot. It is my sanctuary. Why I wake early. Why I have this many pairs of hiking shoes:

A dirty car is road-tested chic or even rises to road art.

Is there no higher calling for a filthy car?

Ever since Adrienne asked me the question. “Why the clean house but dirty car?” I’ve been pondering that I should at a minimum vacuum the driver’s side of my car. Just suck it up, you know?