My clothes are in a pile on the floor. Clean clothes. In a stretched out pile. Because I’m just that lazy. And they weren’t really dry when I go them from the dryer.
Ran out of here late this morning, and it was just that bad a day, so they’re still there.
But it makes Pixel happy. She loves to curl up in a pile of laundry, though she’s not particular about whether it’s clean or not.
And I just can’t shove her out of the way to fold the laundry.
Please keep in mind that this post is more than 3 years old. Opinions change. Tastes change. Everything changes. I may still agree with this, or like this, or I may not. But everything is kept up here for archival purposes.