This morning, I attacked one of those little mundane tasks that I pretty much dread.
Folding the whites.
Laundry whites, that is; not eggs.
There are so many little things in there, and a whole week's worth of socks -- for 6 people -- to match. It's only one load, but its contents seem overwhelmingly endless. And if I wait too long to get to it, The Chief's white work t-shirts are wrinkled beyond all saving.
What, me iron? T-shirts?? Fuggetabout it!
So I always approach the whites load with no small degree of trepidation.
Today, however, I got to it first thing. I didn't procrastinate. I didn't stop to think how much I wished this load were something easier, like jeans or sweatshirts. I was done in under 10 minutes.
The sun was shining. The birds were singing.
And every single sock had a match.
That's when I knew that this was going to be a golden day.