Saddest Day of the Year

Third Monday of January some say it’s the year’s saddest day, windy weather and scattered snow could hold into February. Yet in bleak gloom, a bright hope glows as I butter my breakfast toast and open up your email post to learn that your arrival’s nigh truly raises my spirits high. But looking round I realize our house resembles porcine styes to leave, as is, could jeopardize our status matrimonial which might become divorceial. Floors must be washed and dishes too sheets to change and laundry to do fridge to clean, garbage to take out change the washer on dripping tap. At last all is done, without doubt I’ve escaped the wife’s away trap