Cleansing Thoughts.

On the first morning of my Retirement four months ago, I laid in bed, drank coffee, and awaited the arrival of my cleaning lady.

I didn’t have a kid. I wasn’t THAT pregnant. And I surely had nothing else to do that day besides maybe go out to lunch. Why on earth couldn’t I clean my own home?            Answer: I didn’t want to.

Anna came today, as she does every other Monday. At this point, I don’t know if it’s the mildew-free shower or the company I look forward to most.

No streaks!

What life luxury can’t you let go of?

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