Squeaky clean

Today I came home and the house was sparkly clean. There was no dust anywhere. The carpets had been vacuumed, the mirrors polished, the tub scrubbed. It was the best ninety dollars I've spent in a long time. I finally caved in to the arguments of my husband and in-laws, who kept telling me that it wasn't worth what little free time I have to be cleaning. And frankly, I could not have done as good a job as these gals did. It's funny what a difference it made to my mood. I haven't been well lately: still have the shingles, and a cough I can't shake, a difficult week at work, difficulties in my personal life. I've been really down, in fact. But the clean house put a smile on my face. The first one all week.