Good morning, friends.

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It is Sunday and I just woke up in my first day as Leticia´s. I am warm im my bed (hers really) as the room is maybe half of my own bedroom. She also put on heaters to receive me so the house is a lot warmer than my own. That´s easy because it is incredibly tiny. As Jorge drove from my house to hers, I wondered at how she could have worked at my house for so many years. It is over than an hour and a half in car and she took a couple of buses which are much slower as they have to stop for more people from time to time. I could understand that she told me that she did not mind working for me but that coming and going killed her. Leticia´s house is sparkling clean. It reminded me of a time long ago when my husband was told that his favorite worker was quite ill. We came to visit him as my husband wanted to help him with some money. In his tiny house, everything was shiny-clean. I later heard that his wife made him wash outside summer and winter when he came from work before entering HER house. This is a new world for me. I think about a smaller house but I can´t imagine myself living in such a small house forever. Leticia had to get up at dawn when she came to my house. Now that she retired she sleeps until very late. She deserves it!!! So I took my morning pills and here I am, mylotting. See you around, friends