Confession: I look forward to sorting laundry on Saturday mornings.
Make my coffee. Cue up a podcast, and camp out on my bedroom floor sorting piles. My piles? Things that can go in the dryer and things that need to go on the drying rack. The end. Miles usually helps because he is the Helper Cat.
For whatever reason it’s relaxing and I feel like I accomplished something. I’m not sure what I’m going to do when people start expecting me to go places again.