because laundry is my ocd special interest, but not sorting or putting away laundry, no, i don't do that, i can't do that, it's great, not
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i’ve run out of fucks
ughghgghghgh get through today, B! get through it
oh– here, I’ll tell an inconsequential tale of good luck. When I got home from work I ran a load of laundry, since we were gone nine days and I went straight back to work and hadn’t caught up. Yesterday I’d done a load and put it up in the evening and left it there all night and the next day– it was all Dude’s socks, and our towels, and things like that, because he was running out of socks and wouldn’t make it to the weeked, and because I hadn’t figured hanging things out at 5pm would be enough time for them to dry by dark.
So I figured on the same thing today, leave it out overnight and take it down in the afternoon when I got home from work. But I was more prompt, and the clothes were hung out by 4pm. And it was such a lovely day, a languid summer day, incongruous compared to our recent snows. So after dinner, just before it got dark, I went out and even the jeans were dry. So I took them down.
And this morning around 4, slightly too early to get out of bed, I heard it raining, and realized I didn’t have to leap up in a panic– I had nothing out on the line.
It’ll be another lovely day I’ll miss most of today, but it’ll be nice tomorrow too and I have tomorrow off. This is how we live, we spend most of our time in windowless rooms doing tasks we don’t particularly care for. That’s our society. (Your picture was not posted)