Format the following passage properly, for storytelling purposes. Keep it as written, don't change a single word, but improve grammar where necessary.

Glancing at a small bottle on my desk, I see the name of a certain real estate company based here in Boca Raton, along with the address of its website and its distinctive 'branches' logo. Longtime Boca residents are well familiar with the logo and what it symbolizes: in a history now going on 55 years, the company has expanded its interests, skills, and business into just about every conceivable area, diversifying its activities and exploring new opportunities on a yearly basis. From what I understand they are as busy now as they have ever been. A lot of the longtime veterans who worked with my mother are still there and to that collection a variety of fresh faces have been added into the mix. Indeed, there is always something going on. One of those veterans has been there since 2015; just last night, I joined her at a surprise birthday party for her brother Charles, who turned sixty on June 29, 2024. On the morning of the event, I wanted to ensure the house manager in charge was properly informed of what would be going on, as I can recall an instance of her getting frustrated due to not receiving sufficient advance notice from a house-mate who had been invited, under similar circumstances, to an event much in the same vein. She was able to get in touch with the main manager; a discussion between the two ensued, which lasted roughly ten to fifteen minutes, possibly closer to twenty--I didn't keep formal track of the time. We came to an agreement that I would take a shower beforehand and wear some decent clothes. As a certain CNA was here helping out yesterday--the one who over the last few weeks has been working on Thursdays and Fridays--I had to time it sometime before 4:30pm, and in my case it was comfortably before, as the person who had invited me arrived shortly after 4:00pm. He did his job as well as I've ever seen him do it, and he is very good about cleaning up and making sure the tasks that need to be done are taken care of. It is a bit frustrating when he starts to wonder whether I've taken a shower or not, and have to question his detective skills as he apparently helped someone else in the shower after I was done, and did not stop to observe the remnants of steam on the mirrors, or the water on the walls, on the floor of the tub, or dropping from the faucet and shower head. When he saw me fully dressed and ready to be picked up for the party, he seemed surprised at the idea that I had already taken a shower. He shouldn't have been; he opened my room door with no prior warning and saw me in my underwear, shirtless with a toothbrush in my mouth, trying to get my teeth clean and prepare for a shower. I verbally acknowledged my intentions of showering, but when I got out I saw he was not standing in the hallway. Under normal conditions, he likes to stand around while I'm in there and wait for me to finish, to make sure I did it. He doesn't need to be so particular, but I respect it, because it seems he actually cares about the job. On any given day, there are no more than one or two CNAs in charge of eight residents; these people get stretched thin in every sense of the phrase, and from what I understand don't make nearly what they deserve for their efforts. As much as possible I want to be the least of their worries. This young man, who I am sure is in his twenties--he still has a bit of a 'baby face' and his voice has not really deepened yet, as it did for me once I hit my thirties--still seems to have trust issues with me. Or at least that's the impression I have gotten. I wish he could think about it in his mind. It is a simple question to consider: what do I gain from not taking a shower? What would I gain from lying about taking showers? Showering is one of the best parts of my day. On a top ten list, it ranks far closer to #1 than it does to #10. Feeling the water hit my skin, rubbing shampoo all over my body and getting it into my hair follicles, having time with myself to collect my thoughts, and truly relax my mind...nothing compares. There should be no reason for him to think that I would lie, or even consider lying, about my shower habits here at the house. I am almost tempted to start taking extra showers on occasions where skepticism of the sort comes up again, but aside from the fact that I would feel guilty about using more water than I need to use on a given day, it could be perceived as a subliminal admission of guilt. "Ah ha," he may think. "I was right. He has been lying. It looks like I will need to keep a closer eye on him." In the meantime, I can still smile, reflecting on the ways in which I am able to practice a sense of being independent. It comes this morning in the form of washing and drying my laundry. I have become proficient with the top-loading washers, familiar with the options that are available, and trial and error has helped me to find the best possible settings for a good balance between efficient cleaning and least time spent (and least water used) to achieve such cleanliness. I have grown accustomed to the laundry detergent, and enjoy opening the container up, collecting a healthy amount in the scooper, and gently shaking it to put any excess back in the container as needed. I like distributing it with a soft circular motion and spreading it as evenly as possible; it almost makes me feel like a cook, trying to cover the food with the proper amounts of a given herb or spice. The dryers have become second nature to me as well; I am getting better about making sure to put a dryer sheet in with every load, and it is always nice to experience the fresh scents. The atmospheric sounds of doors being opened and closed, of flowing waters, of lights being turned on and off, can be heard from my room. The squeaky soles of a fellow house-mate's shoes can be heard steadily moving around, as he immerses himself in his favorite web content. Aside from the squeaking, he has not been particularly noisy this morning; it's a relief in one sense, though I honestly enjoy hearing him having fun. It reminds me that he is in good spirits, and in a world like this that could well be headed for a third World War, finding things to be happy about has seldom been of greater importance. For me, I discovered something that was quite exciting last night: a full 'merged' ROM set for MAME 0.106--the baseline version that I am now using--can be accessed free of charge thanks to the fine folks at https://www.mk051.duckdns.org. (According to the equally fine folks at "Pleasuredome's Retro Arcade Guides," a merged set "takes the parent [ROM] set and its clone sets and puts them all inside the parent set's archive...combining the Puckman, Midway Pac-Man (USA) sets, along with various bootleg versions, and combining it all into puckman.zip (the parent's archive), would be making a merged set.") This should be of no interest to most, but it has been difficult to find a full set of 0.106 ROMs for a while. Using the Internet Archive, it has been made possible to individually download ROMs from full sets, but the set for 0.106 has every ROM file placed in individual archives, meaning the set must be downloaded and extracted in its entirety. The compromise I had been using was to download ROMs from the 0.84 and 0.139 sets, as many of them still work in 0.106. For now, I will keep doing that, but if a ROM from either set does not work in 0.106 at all, it is nice to have a way to ensure the compatible ROM can be found, at least for the moment.