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Have you ever noticed how well you sleep when the sheets and personal night clothes are clean? I know I have.

It seems like someone hit you on the head with a mallet.

One time shortly after I finished law school, I axed Weezie if she would do that one special load for me. She laughed and told me I was showing signs of being feeble, early onset dementia and senility was setting in and in no uncertain terms that I could go and pound NaCl.

Well, when I finally passed the bar exam I bought six more pair of the same pajamas and wore a clean pair every night.

I mean why not? I deserved it. I was now successful, I had MADE IT.

When I got down to three (3) clean pair, I would drop off the soiled pairs around the corner at Raj’s Chinese laundry and pick them up in a couple of days. Life was good. I could afford it, Weezie was off my back and we were living well within our means.

Then as I matured and needed something more constructive to do with my free time and save some money, every 4-5 days I would launder that special load myself. I found pleasure and great enjoyment in such a task and wondered why I hadn’t started this exercise sooner because I was missing or had missed one of the great joys of this life. I would ponder such things as detergent, the water cycle and exactly why clean nightclothes would make a difference anyway.

If everyone had a clean bed and pj’s, would the world be a better place?

I’m Andy Rooney.

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Mr Rooney appears posthumously to cover for the Great One as he (WS) makes final preparations for the annual McKinney Art Studio Tour THIS WEEKEND in town (McK). AND courtesy of CBS.