Absolutely nada is what I did today. Why? Well, because I could, that's why. Actually, I did two loads of laundry but there they are, staring at me like the geico money dude, from the opposite side of the couch. Beckoning me to fold and bring them to their home. Do I listen? No. Never! I'd just as soon let them sit there for an entire week if it meant I got some sit-back-relax-and-do-absolutely-nothing time. Isn't that sad? I know, I know. Truth be told I'll get to the clothes before I crawl into bed tonight. Thoughts of poor, sad, crumpled clothing will drive me nuts until I do. I don't know what it is, but when the home is clean it's almost as if my state of mind is clear of clutter as well. I always thought it was some Cubaniche thing, and perhaps it is, but at least it makes for good motivation don't you think?