Please tell me that it’s because of my brain’s exhaustion from having weathered the storm that made it go into total lockdown and my emotions into mortified vexation as I moved laundry 3x(!) in and out of different sized containers at the laundromat, trying to find the correct fit for my bundle.
OMG!
How can such a simple task have the hope and responsibility for the entire galaxy weighing on me?!
And once accomplished, I turned in brief-lived triumph to witness the folly of my confidence:
NOOOOOOOOOO! (Arm outstretched, reaching hand clenching mid-air)
The cannisters locked and cleaning, a lone black sock remained, fallen to its plight upon the floor.
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