No, you could talk about the guy who comes to clean your house for you.
It could be worse, you know. That guy could be me.
You can talk about your cat.
It was in the 60s last night when I went out for the Stewardship meeting. Full moon shining, spring peepers peeping ... a girl could get giddy.
Good thing we’ll have 20s tonight.
The guy who comes to clean for me didn’t come today. I just didn’t want to deal with him.
And since he didn’t come, I have to change the linens. At this point, since I just did my dishes, I will have to rest my back a bit before I tackle with the bedding. And I have to vacuum to top of the quilt to get Sparkle’s hair off it.
I don’t know how I will deal with summer... I don’t have any summer bedding, but I don’t want her hair on the sheets. At least, I want to confine the shedded hair to one spot. So maybe, if I have the money, I will go to JoAnn’s and buy a remnant of fleece for the foot of the bed. That way, Sparkle can shed her hair and I can wash the fleece...
Having you come to my house would be an honor, Bob. I doubt that you would clean, but you could sit and read to me!