With the best of intentions, I did not get Bessie's pool cleaned. I didn't want to be wet and covered in gunk when Milk Guy arrived. (Hey, you take your excuses where you find them.) It was a day to let the electronic servants do the work. Put in couple loads of laundry (and I even used the dryer!) and run the dishwasher and ta da! there's a grand sense of accomplishment with little to no effort.
The hardest chore I did all day was changing the sheets on the bed, made difficult by the goofy cats and Bessie Anne. Ralph and Celeste pounce and play while I'm trying to open and spread the sheets and make it nearly impossible to smooth the bedding. Bess is so routine oriented that she wants to get in her place as soon as we turn out the living room lights and go down the hall. Too short to make the leap, she stands by the bed and yips, waiting impatiently for a boost up. Mission accomplished in spite of the house critters, it was the height of luxury to slip between fleece sheets and not have that shock of chill factor from cold cotton.
It was a good day.