Midweek, If You Are Counting

12/14/2005

Here we are with this week half over. Can't see that it makes much difference, really - at our house one week rolls into the other without a blush.

I got up with the chickadees this morning to do laundry. Last few times I washed clothes, I had to smack another old lady over the head with a dirty sock, just to protect my place in line to get a machine. And then, in the background, was the constant din of voices. One woman announced that her husband says she bitches too much. I silently agreed with the husband. I was tempted to mention that the sun would likely come up the next day, in spite of the mysterious stain on her small towel. I was good, however, and refrained.

So today I got up early to make an assault on an unsuspecting laundry room. The secret, my dears, is to get there before 8:00 a.m. and beat the crowd. I arrived at an empty laundry room, lights turned out, all machines quiet.

Peace on earth.