Another day

I have woken this morning feeling...good. 

For most people this would hardly be an astonishing fact, but for this little ducky it is an achievement, and is most likely associated with the diagnosis I alluded to yesterday.  Please, may it continue ad infinitum, Amen (even if it does come in a little white box).

Today is going to be a loose ends day.  I have a few loose ends in the vicinity of the laundry, or to do with the laundry and once they are squared away, the canvas is blank and awaiting the 2011: The Year I Am Organised brush.

On a side note, when I use the word laundry here I am referring to the room, not the clothing washed in that room.  It seems in the US the word laundry is most often used to describe the dirty clothes waiting to be washed, or waiting to be dried, or folded or ironed, as in "I have a laod of dirty laundry to be dealt with", whereas we'd say "I have washing to be dealt with", or possibly "dirty washing".  Curious use of language here as washing is an action verb, but it's being used as a noun.  Hmm.  Love language and its twists and turns.

So, enough prevaricating on typepad, and onto the laund....I mean, washing.  And ironing.  And folding.