Maybe the washer ate them. I have found that I need to search diligently to get all the clothes out of Sloshy and into the dryer.
I don’t know about the washer eating the washcloths, but what I do know is that three is not enough for two weeks. It’s kind of hard to lose something in a top-loading machine.
The laundry is done, and all that’s left is to put clean sheets on the bed. I’ll have to go back up in about 20 minutes to unlock the doors for the unwashed masses, but at least I don’t have to run the gauntlet of them to unlock the place.
And of course, yesterday, no matter what I did, I couldn’t get the printer to print in black only, which meant I had to dig up some cash from the piggy bank to go get a box of inks. I love what this printer does, for the most part, but I sure don’t like fighting with it to make it print in black, only. So there went the yogurt and rice pudding money. *sigh*
If I could only go without my pills, I would be able to skip a few meals. :o|
I can say from experience that washing machines occasionally have a confluence of events, probably related to the movement of the agitator and the sloshing of the water, that can catapult clothing into alternate dimensions. I have matched socks across the dimensional barrier although the issue of time makes it difficult to gather them all.
Did you manage to come up with anything for that letter I sent for you to comment on?
I managed to pack a box of books this morning, and will try to pack another one before I throw in the sponge today, since I built two boxes.
Right now, I want to finish the letter I started to my grandson. Then I want to make some brownies. Just because!