They're here and it means cleaning day in the Bradley home.
Let me rephrase that: it means cleaning day for Bern, I just try to stay out of the way!
Friday is downstairs. Wood floors are waxed and rugs are hit with the vaccum cleaner. Everything is spotless when she finishes. She even washes the appliances.
Tomorrow is upstairs. Change the bed and same thing--spotless when she stops. She neatens up my desk, which is good since I'm not neat.
I'm writing this in case anyone thought yesterday's post--that she is in charge of Brigit--was a complaint.
I love being taken care of.
Here's all I do: I handle the garbage and recycle stuff. I go to the store and cook dinner every other day. I take bottles back to the store. I wash my own clothes--and only 'mine'! And I keep my car full of gas.
That's the extent of my duties.
And I like it that way.
I married the right woman.