At breakfast this morning, I dictated to Victor a list of chores that needed to be done while I was at Relief Society.
To Do
[My dad has had a To Do list every day of his life. Each one says To Do across the top.]

0. Clean Kitchen [this is number "0" on the list because I added it after the other items were written.]
1. wash cichin floor.
a. swep 2 tims
b. reemof stuff
c. fil mop plug in mop
d. mop floor
2. cleen mom's bathroom
3. put rug in dryr
4. pack up things [Victor added this one himself. ]
When I arrived home after Relief Society, the work was done! I had a clean floor and a clean bathroom, yet I had done no cleaning.
It was magic.
Victor had also created a new list, of things to pack for Thanksgiving:

2. Kloes
3. bag
4. food