April 19th 2020 - just an ordinary and typical... clothes washing Sunday courtesy the missus

Ah... the highlight of our supposed, linkedin,

designated day of respite after a week toiling

away with ennui, yes reader a tower mountain

(rivalling Himalaya's 29,029 foot range), oozes

odoriferous tendrils suffuse every square inch

within entire drab one bedroom apartment, but

invariably contribute to climate changing/global

warming), said domestic chore indulged with a

burst of fervent excitement (competing making

long day's journey into night long to retrieve the

requisite communication with outside webbed

wide world) bring joie de vivre je ne sais quois

weekly highlight to thyself vaccinated courtesy

(against adversity), and valued tough as (nine
inch) nails missus vaunted as Xena, methinks,

she exaggerates bajillion fold dubbing me with

appellation as herr (germane) Hercules, a miss

gnome er, I no longer nitpick amidst these most

challenging times where coronavirus COVID-19

(ironic violent crime plus environmental abuse

nearly absolute zero) engendering loyalty, high
fidelity, assiduity among madding crowd I (a runt
of mill garden variety generic doubting Thomas)

kin Hardy believe me myopic sudden inexplicable

camaraderie between and betwixt ordinary folks,

no matter, we (doddering, hobbling, & kickstarting)

long time married couple (seems like millenniums)

revel when washing clothes occasion arises, despite

modern time saving contrivances (washer and dryer)

available, but all monies larded out to buzzfeed icky

persnickety, rickety,... temperamental wishy washy

machines quickly (said cash & or cache automatically

line silver) pockets of Grosse and Quade, them iz zee

who own living facility here: 2 Highland Manor, yet

purportedly (according to rumor mongers aim to sell

property for fair market price) - just in case ye dear

reader seek to sink (literally) x dollars into formerly

owned Mars redoubt, and once upon time wetlands.