I wonder why
The scene got me to wondering about things I do. Why do I make my bed every day when no one ever sees it? Why do I shut the bathroom door when I’m home alone? Why do I set the table for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day when I am eating by myself?
Perhaps those are things my mother told me to do. They are just habits. I was slothful for two days recently and did not make my bed. I felt very uneasy, so I went back to my routine. The bedroom is just for sleeping and dressing. There is no TV in there. I never go in it during the day. (Well, once in a while I do take a nap in there.) I never have unexpected guests. I have summer quilts, spring quilts, and winter bed coverings. I love to have crisp, clean sheets. But, why do I make the bed every day? Maybe it is for the cat.