In fact, the man felt that way yesterday too. And also the day before yesterday. He thinks he could have done so many things if he wasn't at work. Things like hanging the bedsheets out in the sun. And takes it down before it pours. He thinks it will be way significant than going to work. He could have read something in the span before taking down the bedsheets. And could even be inspired to write something inspiring. But no. Be it rains or shines. He has to go work. Even by meaning of leaving his bedsheets damp for a week. He has to go work.
Things would be easier if the man's wife is around. She could have hung the bedsheets. And tucks it up nicely. It will be sensational for the man to come home knowing the bedsheets are nicely tucked in the closet. Life would be perfect. But the man's wife isn't around. Will she ever be back? Of course she will. Silly you.
Do I possibly think the man will get a day off tomorrow to hang his bedsheets? I don't know. Will he take the risk to hang the bedsheets without keeping an eye on it? I don't know. And I don't think any one of you should bet your house on that. But if there's anything else you want to bet your house on. Let the man know.
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