h, my dear friend, we have all been there. The sudden text message: “We’re just around the corner!” And your heart drops because the bathroom… well, let’s just say it hasn’t seen a proper cleaning cloth in a few days.
At 87, and having lived on my own in my cozy farmhouse for the past eight years, I have learned that panic is the absolute enemy of clarity. When guests are imminent and the cleaning supplies are mysteriously absent, it is easy to feel overwhelmed. But as a former physician
