I've got a painter downstairs, a pair of housecleaners working around that disruption, and a sick husband. The sick husband was born in southern California and has been forever imprinted with a notion of chilly that I do not understand. No windows open, ever, is his preference. The painter has just laid down a coat of smelly primer. I fling open the windows due to the fumes. The husband whimpers ("This is awful," he said, seeing the kitchen windows open. "It's a gale in here.").
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| Sonia at work, cheerful and adaptable |
The housecleaners are like my sister-wives for the day: sympathetic, adaptable, humorous. They, of course, have managerial minds. Here's to you, Sonia and Anabelle, who arrive twice a month and lighten the load. I am lucky to have you.
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