Nothing of real consequence...

Cleaning gives me too much time to think.  While doing those relatively mindless chores, I often drown in reflections over life.
Today, as I was loading the dishwasher, it occurred to me again that there really are few things I hate more than doing the dishes. It has always been this way, as my family will testify.  It was so bad that, shortly after I was married,  we were gifted with a portable dishwasher, since, apparently, I was basically incapable of doing dishes by hand.  I think at the time I just had better things do, as I was a junior in college and newly married.
Anyway , I digress, the thought was what if in a past life I was a scullery maid?  Having studied history, I can say with certainty, that even in the richest homes, with really nice "bosses", shall we say, the life of a scullery maid was not an easy one.  Early to rise (Oh my, that explains something else.) and often one of the last to sleep, the work was incessant and consistently, hard labor. 

Early to rise - I am not an early morning person, early morning, heck, I am not a morning person period.  I don't mind waking slowly and gently on my own time.  Let me open my eyes to greet the sweet morning sun to my own clock, which is best set to a good ten or twelve hours of delicious sleep.  Alarm clocks were the invention of someone who gets malicious pleasure over having the control to rudely jolt one from slumber.

Well, I'm going to go clean something else, using modern tools - like my vacuum.  Wonder what will occur to me then...