The joy of a clean house

My mother is going to have something to say about this posting. But here goes. Tuesday has become a favorite day of the week after Thursday, our weekend, because the cleaning lady comes then. We return and everything smells like flowers -- sometimes she puts a pile of jasmine blooms on my dresser. She arranges everything -- food in the refrigerator, the shells and change on the night stand, magazine and piles of papers on the coffee table. Why does that feel so great?

I don't like to DO it, Mom, but I do like to benefit from it.

The cost of this weekly service, we have calculated, is less than two gin-and-tonics at the St. George's Hotel, which is an alternative way of getting a feeling of well-being.