Laundered

I am having a quiet evening. Blip. One of my books. Making tomorrow's breakfast. Cleaning the mess in the kitchen. 

In between, if I can generate a bit of momentum, I should give some thought to the weekend. 

My energy level has picked up a bit after yesterday's slump, but that just translated itself into a lot of laundry getting done plus a few other domestic chores. 

It has to be done. 

Now I must choose between underworld violence in Sweden (see Blip), some Icelandic Noir, or underworld violence in Colombia. Maybe I need to reconsider what I select at the library.   

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