Everything I do…


Last night…as I was unmaking the bed…I considered the futility of my action…I mean…I make it morning after morning…only to unmake it again at night…and…mostly…no one has seen it except me…and maybe a bird who perched on the window sill for a bit…

So…I had to wonder…if no one ever sees it…why do I do it…and…even before…Bertha…could supply the answer…I knew the reason…I make it because…I like the way my room looks when the bed is made…I like the way my house feels when it is clean and uncluttered…

I do it for me

And…I really can’t think of a better reason…

Jane

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