That's a start. 8~)
“You have a hamper?”
I thought that was what the chair or floor were for, but as part of her saintness project/miracle, K has patiently over the years tried to train me to drop them in the “hamper”. I have progressed to opening the cover and settling for a jump shot from the corner. If they make it in, a success, however K isn’t amused. I don’t think saints have much of a sense of humor; self-denial and all that stuff must take it’s toll on some things.
I’m sure somewhere in her prayers she has pled, along with David, “It is enough: stay now thine hand”