No Cure

I have decided that there is no cure. It is hopeless to think that one day it will get better. There is never going to be an end to it. No matter how hard I try to manage it, I just can't get ahead of it. The laundry is never going to be done. It will continue to pile, and though I do load after load, we still wear clothes and therefore add to the piles. However, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I must say that I am thankful for clothes to wear and for washing machines and dryers that do most of the work for me. I can't imagine walking down to the river, scrubbing in the cold water, and laying my clothes on top of rocks and bushes to dry them. No thanks. I am just fine with my Maytag. And today that Maytag is getting a workout!