Faster than anticipated?

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Hey, sometimes it just moves right along.  Two loads of blankets washed, and drying on the line.  One last blanket getting washed.  And, the first two blankets got a flip, but they feel dry already.  I may end up with two loads, of four blankets, washed and dried, and brought in.  That after simple air and sun failing to... freshen, or enough.  And, yes, they smell good.  I used little soap, just enough to clean.  I am hoping the sun and air will do a better job.

I still haven't looked up how to do a... deeper, sleeping mattress, clean.  They aren't thick, but they are cotton, the filling.  So... yeah.  It might take some work.  But, maybe, that will be done tomorrow, rather than later in the week.  These blankets are really going through the wash cycle, and drying out there, much more quickly than anticipated.  I'll have to figure out how to get a shower in, though, too.

Something about clean blankets makes me want to be spiffy sparkly before climbing in to bed.  A gift for a gift.

Chicken, and veggies, are heating.  Corn and carrots.  Not a great mix, but it will do.  A bit of butter, a glass of water, and life will be splendid.  Yes, the hot chicken.  I really do enjoy it, even if it isn't the hottest.  Moods, different gradations of heat, variety.  I enjoy it.  Then again, even the stuff I eat that is considered mild is well beyond most of you.  Though, whether that is good, or bad, is not a thing.  Perhaps being able to eat hot stuff merely proves one is an idiot, or... oh noes!... insensitive.  *grins*  Still, I like it, but not for bragging purposes.  I just like being able to eat a wider variety of things.  It's more of a survival thing, than... anything about having a braggadocios temperaments.  Plus, it may have something to do with brain damage... it's a sign.  They looked, couldn't find any, so... yeah.

Well, on to... something.  Later.