I love that time of night when everyone is sleeping and the house is still. It is some of my best thinking time. And, domestic chores that can seem like drudgery in the daytime, become peaceful meditations when done by the light of a single lamp while the mind is allowed to wander freely without interruption.
So I spent my Friday night standing in my laundry room, folding the mountains of clean sheets, shirts, shorts...And when I was done, I was able to enjoy this rare sight...an empty laundry hamper.
