You are not Downton Abbey. Far from it. I hate to hurt your feelings, but there are no maids, butlers, valets, footmen, and cooks that gather in the basement to take care of us. We must do this ourselves. Perhaps tomorrow I will have some motivation to fold that laundry, scrub that bathroom and go to the store. It just didn’t happen today. And for that, I’m sorry. But not really. Tonight I will dream for both of us that this IS Downton Abbey and we’ll rise with the sunshine as everyone scurries around to dress us, feed us, and whisk us about as we prepare for the Servant’s Ball. Until then.
That is all.