I can't wait to go to bed
Why? Because I washed my bed sheets today and line dried them in the sunshine. It's the first weekend of the year here where this has really worked out, because winter has been white-knuckling this city for a while. (It looks like it finally got the hint that it's time for tulips and tomato plants and canoe trip planning.)
I washed my sheets in unscented enviro-friendly detergent, so I can guaran-damn-tee you that the only smell in there is fresh air. I am telling you, it's divine. I have some pajamas and other assorted laundry that I dried out there too, and I tried to get the Irish to sniff them before dinner tonight. They said "we'll take your word for it."
(Apparently Kate and Phil, aka "the Irish" - line-dry everything in Ireland, because winter there isn't the frozen-nosehair treat that it is here.)
I'm so pleased with myself about these dang sheets that it's hard to summon the immense vitriol that I cultivated reading Lullabies for Little Criminals, a book that drove me nuts, and which I have been planning to write about. I joked with a friend of mine that by the end of it I was reading it just to savour my own righteous indignation at how awful it was to read. More on that later. I have fresh clean white crisp perfect sheets to climb into.
Feeling pissy? Feeling blue? Line-dried sheets will turn everything around. Try it!