I'm in a remarkibly good mood. I have a mug of hot cocoa, a purring cat on my lap, a clean house, and a pile of laundry to do. Wait, that last isn't on the right list. I hate doing laundry.

Which is patently ridiculous since we have our own washer and dryer, eliminating the travel and long boring waits of laundrymats. All I have to do is shove some clothes in the washer and go on with my life until it's time to put them in the dryer. At which point some more go in the washer. Easy. Then I just have to take a load out of the dryer and manuver around ferrets to get into my closet, or try to put clothing in a dresser made of cardboard where the bottoms refuse to stay in place.

Okay, correction then, I hate putting laundry away.

Still, it's never going to get donw if I don't get started.

I'll be back later assuming my closet doesn't eat me.