Every other Sunday tends to be my laundry day, but today's is the extended version: not the sheets-and-towels day, but the handknitted sock day. Many pairs are soaking in the washer now, and I have to look for the gallon of vinegar for the intermediate rinse.
Plus, since the temperature is hovering just below the freezing mark, I ran Henrietta through the car wash with the works. Of course, the brief period of sunshine ended somewhere on the drive home, and it's now snowing steadily, but at least the worst of the salt is off her and she's again gloriously orange.
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