Today, I took my laundry out to hang in the sun. I decided that instead of rushing around, and getting much more mundane chores done, I would take my paints to the deck. My laundry hangs on a long line that overlooks my garden. As of late, I have given up on trying to be a domestic diva. I hate stuff like that but have always strived to be spic and span like my grandmother. Sorry Gran. So instead, I did a quick painting of the towels that I had washed instead of mopping the floors. (Not a difficult decision to make).