This time the lateness of the hour isn’t my fault. My iPad did not charge last night so I have been waiting patiently by the plug. Okay, I admit it was impatiently waiting. I was a bit unnerved when I saw what had happened. My iPad is my only link to the cyber world so losing it would be beyond tragic. I don’t have the resources to buy a replacement. It is usable now, but I am on edge.

At 9:30 every morning, my Alexa wakes up, tells me the date, the time and the weather. Sometimes I hear her but most times she is a background hum of sorts. This morning I heard her 9:30 report. She predicted rain would start in a half hour. That is accu-weather at its most brazen. I fell back to sleep and woke up at 10:15. It was raining. Way to go, Alexa. It is still raining. I can hear the drops. The house is rainy day dark so I have lit all the twinkling lights in the living room and the pepper lights in the kitchen. They are perfect to light a rainy day.

Last night I saw my sloth walking down the driveway with a battered brown suitcase in his paw. He was wearing a brown vest and a jaunty hat. He looked over his shoulder at the house as he left the yard. I was heartbroken, but I knew the reason. Yesterday I cleaned the dining room. I’m talking dusting or polishing everything. I’m talking clearing shelves to clean all the glassware. The spiders’ webs which numbered in the thousands are gone, but the spiders have been left to build again. The tablecloth has been changed. Now a fall runner decorates the table. All the dog hair tumbleweeds have been vacuumed. I’m sure it is no surprise that I took a nap yesterday afternoon.

When I was a kid, my mother did all the house chores. The bed was made, the laundry done, the dishes washed, and the house dusted and vacuumed. She made every meal. I didn’t even know how to work a washing machine. Once, when I did a load of layndry, the machine started buzzing, I didn’t know what that meant. I took out every piece of laundry and wrung it then put it all in the dryer. Later, I asked what had happened and was told the load was unbalanced. I felt silly and a bit stupid. In Ghana I paid for my laundry to be done. All of it, except for my unmentionables, was washed by hand and hung on lines to dry by Thomas. The unmentionables were my responsibility.

Today I rest.

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