routine

I've been all over Atlanta the last couple weeks, working and visiting and going to a conference.  Today as I folded towels I realized it was quiet enough to actually hear a towel being folded.  

That's quiet.        

Guess nothing romanticizes routine like not having one. Travel or illness or just plain interruptions have a way of making the everyday pleasant again.  

I think of my cousin in the hospital and I bet he would rather be mowing grass right now.  My nephew's been home with a fever this week and I know he would much rather be at school -- ha, just kidding.  Kids don't count. Their routine is why we all want to grow up and have responsibilities like buying fabric softener.    

So whenever you think you're bored by your orderly life, take a minute and listen to the still small voice of cotton.  

It's saying, "You've got it pretty good."

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