One would think that having more time to do housework, I might actually do more. But it doesn't work that way.
For some reason I am doing less. It could be that I am busier now with activities I enjoy; I don't think about the other stuff because I can always clean the bathrooms/do the laundry/vacuum the stairs "tomorrow".
When tomorrow never comes, I feel a bit guilty. Then I remember Dorothy (my esteemed mother-in-law) telling me that she wasted half her life with housekeeping. And I go outside and fill the bird feeder.