Saturday, September 4, 2010
Early Saturday morning at the manor house on the hill where the day has dawned most pleasantly and the air is cool and sweet. I should be as busy as these bees but as I look around at the dust in my house, I think . . . I think . . . I want a cleaning person. If I had the money, I swear, I'd hire a housekeeper.
And that is my thought for the day.