The weekend arrives with a schedule of household tasks that never ceases.

There is laundry, and cleaning, and tidying, and the procuring of groceries. Depending on the season, there could be shoveling the walk or mowing the lawn. A thousand tasks randomly volunteer and all of them combined amount to the bare minimum of life’s essential needs.

And as much as these tasks seem mindless, I tend to think about them all the time.

Or half the time, since I often get distracted midway through by the intersection of other chores.

The drier door ajar; a broom left out near a pile of nature’s glitter tracked in on the shoes, left catawampus in the foyer; dishes, all clean and in analogous piles on the counter, are........

© The Saratogian