Evening and the sound of vacuum fills my heart with joy.
I know I shouldn't feel so happy but the house gets cleaned as I type and sometimes it's these little luxuries that make me guilty and happy at the same time because somehow I still feel awkward having someone else clean my house weekly but at the same time I'm glad for the help because sometimes one needs a bit of extra sprucing up.
It's the repetitive nature of cleaning the house with a sincere dedication that results in the cleansing of one's abode and a mighty cleanup every week boosts those efforts to an almost miraculous shine.
I run out of words to express gratitude and money is a better talker than I am, and so, we are both left with smiles that stretch across our faces.
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