The Goddess Hestia has commanded me in my work.
The garments have once again been rendered pure.
The flotsam and jetsam that ebb from the shores of your beings have been ordered.
The merchants have been visited and only the finest items procured.
All traces of soil have been cleansed from the surfaces upon which you trod.
Sustenance has been prepared until deemed worthy of your palates.
The offspring have been ferried hither and yon and returned to the hearth.
“Alrighty then,” said Charles with wide eyes after a pregnant pause. “So… that was Mom’s day. How was school?”
Author’s Note: Mom’s losing it. So relatable.
Delightful!
Brenda, thank you. I’ll bet you can relate to it too.