I really should have stayed home and cranked out some jewelry orders today. I could have planted more hollyhocks behind the rose and cut back the ground cover. I really should have gotten some wash done. But I didn't. What the hell.
Ode to Laundry
Oh laundry, how I hate you.
I hate your stale smell.
I hate the way you crawl, seething up the wall.
I hate the way you lurk in dark corners and behind doors, waiting always waiting.
I hate the way the very sight of you makes me feel.
You take away my peace.
You rob me of my contentment.
Someday, I will conquer. I will tame you like the wild beast that you are.