Theological observation

This afternoon I spent some time, in which I could have been doing other things, cleaning two rooms in the house: my study and our bedroom. You know - dusting, wiping, polishing and such. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not as averse to this sort of thing as some. I find it quite relaxing. I put on some music and I get on with it. It doesn't demand high concentration and so you can think about this and that. However, it's an activity that has always reinforced me in my atheism. Never mind pestilence and other such woes. Just think house dust. How can there be a benign providence if there is house dust? This stuff which you keep having to remove, or at least shift about, only for it to return after a while, setting you the task of having to remove it afresh or shift it about again. It's not sensible.