My dad asked me to wash his sleeping bag in my new washing machine. It doesn’t have a center post, so it can wash large items like blankets, etc. My dryer didn’t want to dry the sleeping bag so I have the bag flung over a chair.

They let me off work early today (which is weird that it was so slow in the middle of a sale). So, what did I do with my sudden day free?

More laundry.

Blankets, sheets, and more sheets. Now I have another blanket flopped over another chair. I feel like I’m living in a laundry.

And all I want to do is nap. But my bed is torn apart and being laundered.

So that’s my day. Laundry. And no nap. Although the couch is starting to look inviting.

I’ve gotten a lot of work done–between laundry loads–on an outline for the writing class I’m going to teach next month. Did some research, read some of my favorite authors on writing. And it’s amazing how often they all disagree with each other. There definitely isn’t one right way to write.