Of all the domestic chores I procrastinate over, laundry isn’t one of them. How odd.
There is something refreshing about pulling clean clothes from the dryer, hanging, and folding them.
Dirt is washed away.
A clean start for another day of wear.
Each morning is like laundry day. Hopefully, we sleep enough to feel refreshed for another day, trying to avoid being hung up in the “sud” cycle of hesitation by over-thinking, and using too much detergent.
If not, the day can go in the hamper, and maybe come out freshly pressed tomorrow.