Some people hate laundry day. I have always liked it.
It reminds me of my mother and also of fresh beginnings. a bit.

To wash away the soil of another time and have things clean and bright
Is a good way to get rid of life’s grime and start another week just right.

But then comes the folding and ironing. Now, that I could do without.
Until I start it and then I’m finding, I like that too, without a doubt.

Maybe I am a different sort, and really don’t find chores to be blue.
I only called this bit of writing that because it’s just for you.
(especially for ‘soul of torment’ ;-) )