Helped Marie fold some of her clothes this morning. Enjoyed the stillness of the morning while the house woke up.
We actually got up relatively late today. I didn’t even stir until like 10:00am! That’s late for me. However, while folding her clothes I folded a piece of clothing into a very neat looking shape and felt vindicated. Neither Marie nor I particularly like doing laundry so sometimes the clean clothes sit in the bag and we only fold them when we need them. Washing them is not the issue. We make sure our clothes are clean. It’s just a matter of putting an appearance of order on the things we use everyday. Why should I care if my shirt is wrinkled? I am still me underneath all that fabric.