Today is cloudy but then again so were Sunday and Saturday and so many other days I’ve lost count. The sun has become a rare phenomenon. I’m staying inside today in my most comfortable clothes. My routine has become one day out and about and the next day cozy at home.

When I was a kid and just home from school, I had to take off my school clothes and put on my play clothes. If I didn’t, my mother would hound me until I did. My school uniform was a white blouse, a blue skirt and a blue tie, the sort cowboys wore to the Saturday dance. It was a clip on. It was ugly.

I continue my cleaning frenzy. Yesterday it was the dining room. Today will be the kitchen. I’m saving the den for last as it is the dustiest, and I hate facing all that dust. Maybe I’ll clean in spurts. I noticed the den has dog hair on the floor in clumps. It didn’t take long. It was last vacuumed on Thursday.

My life is uncomplicated. It is as easy as I can make it. Whatever chore I can foist off, I do. That leaves me with going to the dump, changing my bed, doing laundry and spot cleaning in between visits from my cleaning couple. I could arrange for trash pick-up, but it is more expensive than the dump fee, and anyway, I only go every other week so it’s no big deal. When I meet people I haven’t seen in a while, they always ask if I’m enjoying retirement. I grin about as wide as I can.

I actually have a few things which need to be ironed. They are piled on a chair in the kitchen and are hidden by dish towels. Every now and then I see the pile and think it’s time to iron but, luckily, that thought passes.

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