One foggy Saturday afternoon I found myself looking critically at the house, as if seeing for the first time in months all the niggling tasks that lay in wait: walls to paint; floors to scrub; laundry to fold. I was so overwhelmed by my growing chore list that I almost got up from the couch and set down my sandwich and plate of chips. ALMOST. That was yet another problem: how could I loaf in front of the TV, effectively cataloging all the chores that awaited, when I had no place to set down…
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Dagny Eneyew