Warm water falls
to a pool of suds. Finally—
something I control
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Sometimes you just gotta be happy for the simple things.
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Yeah, sometimes that’s all there is to be happy for.
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This makes washing dishes sound pleasant.
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I always do them by hand.
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Me, too. No dishwasher here.
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A simple and comforting poem!
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Thanks. Glad you liked it.
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I enjoy washing dishes but I had never considered part of it was that it was something I could control. Much needed now!
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Yes, at least there’s something we can accomplish.
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Washing dishes busies your hands, but liberates your mind, unless you are referring to cleaning the new air fryer. 😂
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Ha! The new air fryer is out of scope.
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And keep your mind occupied! I’ve found myself paying more attention to the mundane household chores to “alleviate” some of the stress of this last week.
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It’s a valuable technique for staying at least somewhat sane in these crazy times.
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Absolutely! :)
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Oh, this made me laugh. Our desire to control is strong.
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Especially when we realize how little we have.
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On good days my cleaning job makes me feel like this.
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May you have plenty of good days.
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