After a while I returned to my work. This is just the beginning, I can't imagine doing the same thing every day, keeping up the pace, if energy is scarce, is difficult. But I focus on doing my activity, after a while I see the progress and that encourages me to continue. The last one is less strong, but it's hard for me to lift the duster because I'm so tired. Still I continue removing the imaginary dust. Lest there be a secret camera out there and it happens to be recorded. You have to walk with a thousand eyes.

Finally I can lower my arms and sigh. I have finished, I feel relieved and satisfied to finish. It doesn't matter if you have stiff muscles, burning fingers, or tiredness. I look at the sofa, even the ottoman, and I want to jump off, but it's a red zone, I've already been warned and I'm not going to get burned.

It's time to clean up, I can't stand feeling this dirty. I really stink. It's incredible that there is no bathtub at home, here, since I'm just a simple maid, I have o