Yesterday evening I finally finished folding, ironing, and putting away the last batch of laundry. Of course, by this point there are a few more loads in the laundry baskets. Laundry is an incredibly sisyphean task. If I could do laundry naked I don't think it would be quite so bad, but as it is, my clothes can never all be clean at once. The task is never quite done.
This morning the sun came out, and the clouds looked nice and fluffy, and I thought I'd throw a couple of loads into the washer and then hang the clothes up to dry outside. Of course, by the time the wash-cycle was done, the clouds closed over. I should have checked the weather forecast first; the National Weather Service says there's a 60% chance of rain. Rats.
So I went down and stuck my laundry in the dryer. The quarters were in my hand, but two slipped from my grasp while I was throwing wet clothes into the dryer. I recovered one of them, but the other was nowhere to be found. I even took everything out of the dryer and shook out all the clothes before putting them back in. I started wondering whether I had only brought three quarters with me after all. I gave up, ran back upstairs for another quarter, and started the dryer.
I can hear the quarter rattling around in there, banging loudly against the metal drum, but if I look inside it's nowhere to be found.
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