There will always be laundry.

Thoughts have been piling up in my brain lately, just getting to sorting them.  Like the abandoned laundry pile that has been moved to the guest room.  I toss them carelessly into the corner waiting for some day when the energy, the divine inspiration comes to get up and do something with them.  Just like the clean laundry eventually mixing with the dirty, so goes thoughts mixing with emotions.  The sorting process long and tedious until finally the towel is thrown into the washing machine, and everything is washed again.  Forgiveness of the mind, soul, and emotional dirt.  Wash away, and perhaps this time when the buzzer dings I might get to them while the thoughts are still warm, comforting, and easy to compartmentalize.  But the laundry is never truly done.