Wishy Washy

Christine and I once talked about how things could be so hectic, the only quiet time you'd have to yourself is laundry time. I don't know why but I still enjoy washing my clothes by hand. Maybe it's just because my mouth is not moving but sometimes I get a lot of really good ideas from the moment I pour in the soap. Then we mull over it or whatever while we're scrub-a-dub-dubbing. By the time we get to the fabric softener, I feel like ditching the laundry and running for some pen and paper. More often than not, I lose the ideas somewhere between wringing out the clothes and pegging them up on the line. It's rare for me to hold on to them. This is why people dictate to secretaries.