I could take offense. David suggested we might need a regular housekeeper. He was smiling.

But he’s right. He works outside the home full time. I have flexible hours. And cleaning the house always seems to be last on my list or when company is coming. Instead, I write. Think. Work on block prints. Walk. Visit in the studio.

This morning I began writing a poem about forgetting, the prompt for my Wednesday writing group. I’d been thinking about it all week, and today the words pieced themselves together. The waiting, staring, dreaming, pausing–are all necessary for me. I am grateful to have the time.

But I did give the bathrooms a once over before I left the house.