Aren't Mondays rough enough without adding piles of dirty underwear to the picture? Wouldn't it be more copastetic to do laundry on Friday and then sail into the weekend knowing all was well and good (and clean)?
Anyway, the husband/lover/driver and I had some business to check on today, two hours up the road from home. We meandered through the countryside, taking note that so many homes followed the Monday Wash Day tradition.
We passed through farmland where the Amish folks string their laundry way up in the breeze using pulley systems.
"They" say, whoever "they" are, that cleanliness is next to godliness.
If any of that is true, perhaps we skirted the very edge of Heaven today.