We often tend to think of luxury in terms of being waited on or having others do work we find irksome. I’ll think sometimes of how nice it would be to have someone in to clean this house so that I wouldn’t have to worry about it and could just get on with my writing. I know two excellent cleaning women whom I like and respect very much and who could probably use the work. We can afford to pay them. That’s not the issue. But every time I get close to deciding to hire them I pull back. Cleaning house is excellent exercise; no one can sit at a computer for too long without needing to get up and do something else. (Well, no one except my son, whose computer-sitting-tolerance seems to be boundless.) Plus, as we all know if we’ve ever hired anyone to do something, handing the job over to an employee includes the dreaded idea of management. What do you want him to do? How do you want it done? How much time should it take? How much will you pay?