Making the Bed

A woman I know proudly told me that she spends half an hour each morning, making and straightening the bed until she is satisfied it meets her specifications.  She wouldn’t last around here — no one seems to make the bed lately at all.  For years I looked upon it as one of my household jobs and then for no apparent reason the chore morphed into one of my husband’s duties.  After we both retired it became something we traded back and forth depending on the day or else we did it together.  The other day I noticed it was nighttime and neither of us had made the bed at all that day and we just straightened it before we got into it.  The next morning my husband asked, “Want to make the bed?”  “Nope,” I said.   I suppose we could go for a record of unmade-bed days though probably we won’t.  For the record, I haven’t been aware of any bad karma on the days the bed remains unmade..