We’re experiencing warm days, in the low 80s with very low humidity. Dry heat. It never happens. I’m basking in it.

I’m hanging laundry out. Because I can. Because it smells good. Because I’m enjoying the process of snapping it, and pegging it, and letting my mind wander as I snap and peg.

Slow laundry.

I want to slow it down for a little bit. Just for awhile. Even if it’s only as long as we’re experiencing dry heat — a minute day or two. The dry heat is whispering my name.

Over at Small Notebook, Rachel Meeks is using a beater to clean rugs. She calls it cleaning therapy. I call it the whap of happiness. Bring it.

While I’m basking in all this dry heat, doing slow laundry, I might just ease into a wicker chair and watch that slow laundry flap in the breeze.

I could open one of these. Have a glass of iced tea.

Happy Hump Day.