It takes me two days to complete a load of laundry, mostly because I can’t stay awake long enough to complete a wash cycle and move things to the dryer. And I won’t mention the number of times I’ve had to re-wash a load because our cat claimed squatters’ rights on a basket of folded laundry waiting to be put away.
The backyard is still filled with last year’s leaves, leaving the lawn underneath to look a bit bare. The glass bottles needing a trip to the recycling center are stacking up in the carport. By the time I get around to taking them in, I will be the talk of the county thanks to the backlog of wine and beer bottles.
And the other day, I actually wished, out loud, for a Corona virus quarantine so I could spend two weeks not catching up on yard work or the laundry, but binge watching TV and wearing nothing BUT my pajamas. People around here have been hoarding hand sanitizer, canned foods, and bottled water. I have been hoarding wine and comfort food.
I am ever hopeful that the spring will bring about a change in behavior for me. That I’ll be able to make it through a day of work without thinking about elastic waist bands and fuzzy slippers. Or that maybe when I arrive home from work, I’ll have a hankering to do some spring cleaning instead of a hankering for a baked potato.