Clean-Up Day

I shall just have to face the fact that it is time to do laundry.

The house is filled with my discarded blouses (cast away, in the literal heat-of-the-moment), orphan shoes and sandals, piles of thoughtless drop-and-walk-away garments. When Bill and I are on our own, we are lazy.

Without houseguests on the horizon, we cocoon in our own little world of slobbiness, each waiting for the other to take the initiative to declutter and clean. Then it becomes a power-struggle of house maintenance, a test of independence and self-determination.

And then someone runs out of underwear.

At that point, there's simply nothing left to do but gather up the detritus, and get on with it. And that's the way it is, here on my first day of June...