Laundry as Therapy… Ommmmmmmmmmm
I do have a thing for nice sheets. They must be flannel, or high-thread count, no see-throughs, and stand up to about 1,000 washings. I don’t have a thing for laundry. I never want to do it. Yet virtually every night, here I am, slipping into a rhythmic trance as I fold, fold, fold. Most … Continue reading Laundry as Therapy… Ommmmmmmmmmm