February 16/14

When the most active part of your Sunday is waking up at 7:30 in the morning to do five loads of laundry, it's a slow day.  By 9 AM, I'd finished two loads of laundry, started another three, fed Purrball, eaten Breakfast number one, and done the dishes.  Etienne slept.  I did all of that because I didn't want to fight all day for laundry room machines--nine loads of laundry to do, and no patience for doing it.  As Brent and Cassie were coming over to watch the Canada-Finland game, it meant that we also had to be up and clean before noon.

Chores suck.  I need a housekeeper...

...Wish you were here.