Dusting on the Day of Rest

My wife asked me to clean up the house today.  Most specifically, she asked me to dust.  I hate to dust, so I told her that I couldn’t do it because Sunday is my day of rest.  She said that I had rested on Saturday, so I could dust today.  I tried to tell her that that is not how it works.  One does not imply the other, but she handed me a duster anyway.

I begrudgingly started to dust, and as I made it into the bedroom, I caught my foot on the edge of the bed.  It started to bleed all over the place, and I had to patch it up.  When I showed her my new wound, I said that it was God’s punishment for me being disobedient.  He said to rest on Sunday, and I had not done it, so now I was bleeding.  I blame this outcome squarely on my wife for forcing me to dust on my day of rest.  She blames it on me for being a klutz.