My brother called tonight. He said this weekend he spent a whole day cleaning his basement bedroom in his new, especially low-rent house. Just today, he said, he ordered a dehumidifier and air purifier, and now was on his way to buy mattress covers for his two double beds, and some ear plugs for when he vacuums.
“So what is the rest of the house like?” I asked him.
“Oh, it’s, uh,” he said, seemingly groping for adequate words. “It’s well lit. See, some people go to third world countries and are uncomfortable. I just am uncomfortable here and save money.”