The last month had been so hectic that something as simple as the laundry had been ignored until the day she realized she was wearing her very last pair of clean underwear. Wearily, she loaded the washer and later, even more wearily, she moved the clean, damp clothes into the dryer.
The next morning she made her way downstairs to the laundry room. Opening the dryer, she was greeted by a big, fluffy pile of white. She reached in and pulled out a sock. A thick, white athletic sock; her favorite kind. She found a mate for the sock and then pulled out a white t-shirt. Suddenly, she found herself smiling. This was another one of her favorite work-at-home “fashionista-not!” items and it occurred to her that it had been far too long since she’d worn them.
She pulled out a white pair of underwear, thinking happily that, at least for this early-morning moment, today was a good day. She’d be wearing her comfortable uniform of well-broken-in jeans with a clean white t-shirt and white socks; clothes that, to her, represented both simplicity and the fact she was able to work from home.
And somehow, it made the long day still ahead of her welcome.