Ohio:

They say folding laundry is stress-relieving, and today I was grateful to able to do that mundane task, back in my old spot here for it-- I like to sit in the center of the wicker loveseat in the LR.

It overlooks the picture window, with its pretty view. There's room on each side for the folded items to pile up, which helps me sort the results for their various destinations. The laundry basket fits just right, in front of it, and if the job is interrupted there's no traffic pattern there.

There's also a particular wastebasket that fits just right, there, for spent dryer sheets and loose threads.

So by today, the loveseat cushions had been put back together; I'd covered them with the least-dirty sheet to keep dog hair off the fleece cushion covers (she sits there every day); the wire wastebasket had been found and pushed back almost to its regular shape and lined with little trash bags... folded... started the putting-away process....

Also I tossed an ancient shirt with rips and rears in it. I loved its print... but.... as I move more clothes here from PA, some things have just got to go! I do tend to wear loved items to tatters.

It WAS therapeutic. I'll BOLO a new "special" basket at Goodwill and use this permanently misshapen one for a planter. I'll replace that sheet with a clean one, when I've done those 12 loads of wash lurking in the closet, and wash this dear old sheet.

It's not normal here yet, and neither am I. But it's peaceful at last.

~S~