There is not an area of my life that could not be cleaned up in some way. The housekeeper seems to have run away, with the gardener. The lawn is brown. Well, it is a drought year, and watering it has never kept it green, anyway. I could rake, though. I only planted one tomato plant, and hey, despite sporadic watering, I picked my first red one for dinner last night, and there are 15 more coming along. I vacuumed, last week. Dusting seems to have eluded me, though. And there is more month than money here. Sigh. Fortunately, it is all temporary. As is everything here on the Big Blue Ball. Think I'll just go for a swim.
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