Laundry.

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Today, I had decreed, was Laundry Day. I hate doing laundry. I've accumulated a pile of dirty laundry roughly the size and bulk of a dead body, and frankly, I'd rather be trying to move a dead body.

The problem with doing this much laundry at once is that, once you've spread the task out over four pairs of washers and driers in two separate laundry rooms here at Echo Cove Condominiums, what you have is a hell of a lot to keep track of.

So I realized to my horror when I did a kiloton of laundry just before Norwescon that I had somehow lost track of a load. No way of knowing what all was in it, although I knew I'd lost my favorite red mesh top.

I got some of that missing load back today.

I was schlepping a couple of loads into the downstairs laundry room when I something familiar caught my attention, corner of my eye -- I went over to the countertop and found a small pile of clothes, neatly folded by some unknown benefactor. Not the whole missing load of laundry, but:

My Trivial Pursuit towel, a greyblue pair of sweatsuit shorts, a couple of pillowcases my mother got me, my much-loved Interview with the Vampire black T-shirt with its swirling cryptic "V", and most important, a Hawaiian shirt my mother made for me when I was a teen, that now bears my Merchants of Deva patch.

Treasure. All of it, treasure.