Satisfaction

In the comments, Francois notes that I’ve been making progress on my to-do list. Not as much progress as I’d like mind you, but it was almost 80 degrees here today and well, you know . . . in any case, one of the real accomplishments of the last few days is not reflected on the list below. There are few things, in my experience, more satisfying than doing one’s laundry. All of one’s laundry. The task is, of course, Sisyphean in the extreme, but we suppress that awful knowledge once the clothes are neatly folded and stowed, the laundry bag limp and empty. Done.