All my life, I’ve had a good work-ethic. I always went to work, even if I didn’t particularly want to. Now that I’m not working a traditional job, I’ve discovered that my “laundry-ethic” is no good. When I was working regular hours, I always did my laundry on the weekend. I had a certain number of appropriate work clothes and wanted to make sure they were all clean so I could have maximum choices of what to wear during the week. Now that I don’t have the pressure of being limited by “work clothes,” I find myself avoiding laundry altogether, until I have no more clean socks. And it’s not just clothing, either. I avoid washing sheets and towels until I have to as well.

A few days ago, I found myself feeling bored and restless. Did I channel that into the multiple loads of laundry waiting to be done? Nope. I grabbed my camera and headed out the door in search of something to shoot. I found a golden eagle and forgot all about my dirty socks.

 

A little later, I noticed a big lenticular cloud gathering over Mount Shasta. As I was navigating myself to a place where I could photograph it, I imagined it to be a big spaceship full of aliens from a distant galaxy. What if they saw me photographing them and decided to abduct me? And I wondered if they had a washer and dryer aboard. Or maybe some clean socks.