I took the day off from work because I had “use it or lose it” leave time to burn up. I don’t take enough time off, weirdly enough. Next week, I’m taking off on my birthday and I’ll probably end up doing what I did today, which was:

Wash clothes. Fold clothes. Put clothes away. Originally, I was only going to fold the clothes that were piled up in baskets on top of the dryer. We wash clothes all the time but we always seem to get distracted by something shiny when it comes time to fold them. What happens is that, sooner or later somebody gets sick of looking for the shirt that’s buried somewhere at the bottom of a basket, hauls all the baskets to the living room and spends an hour or so carefully folding the clothes and sorting them into piles on the coffee table, where they remain for a few more days or even a week, depending on how many shiny objects get between us and the clothes.

I was going to fold, as I said, but while I was cleaning the bathroom I found that the hampers were overflowing with dirty clothes and figured that, as long as I was going to be folding, I might as well wash a half-dozen loads, too. I don’t understand where all these clothes are coming from. I certainly don’t own this many clothes, and B says she doesn’t either. Maybe there’s somebody living in our attic mixing his clothes up with ours and sneaking down in the middle of the night to pick them out of the baskets on top of the dryer. If there is, he’s in for one hell of a surprise tonight.

I always watch a video while I fold laundry. Today’s folding video: Galaxy Quest. Never stops being funny.

Washing and folding clothes is not all I did today, heavens no. I think I mentioned that I cleaned the bathroom, and I also washed the dishes. Sounds like a pretty exciting day now, eh? Eh?