Laundry Nunkies, or Semper ubi sub ubi


It's laundry day!! Oh joy of joys, today you get to spend hours devoted
to the washer and dryer and dirty clothes. Your basket(s) are brimming,
your soap is spilling onto the floor, and you still haven't separated
your whites from your coloureds. You're in for an astoundingly boring
day.

As the hours pass by, your mound of garments slowly but steadily grows
smaller. Finally, as the sun sets, you wearily shove the last load into
the dryer. You collapse on the floor and lean against the wall, closing
your eyes for a minute, letting the steady humming of the dryer put you
into a near-meditative trance.

You hear a whooshing of air and think, That's odd, I didn't leave any
windows open. You force your eyes open and blink, startled. You're
suddenly not alone! Nunkies stands before you, dressed elegantly as
always, arms crossed, looking down at you.

"Hello, my dear. You look...tired." He reaches out a hand and pulls you
to your feet. "Might I ask what you're doing on the floor?"

"I was doing laundry," you tell him, "And I got tired, so I sat down.
I'm almost finished though," you say quickly, hoping Nunkies will stick
around.

Lacroix shakes his head. "Menial tasks. You realize that you will never
truly be finished? That you will continue to generate dirty clothing,
and you will have to go through this process again and again, until your
life ends?"

You're slightly annoyed. Here you have Nunkies in front of you, and
instead of making you forget your unpleasant chores, he's reminding you
that you'll have to continue with them after he leaves! "So what do you
suppose I do about it?" you ask grumpily.

Lacroix smiles, and his hands go to the buttons on his shirt. "I suggest
that you get a head start on next weeks chores...by cleaning your
clothes today."

You start to drool as Nunkies unbuttons his shirt, exposing his muscled
chest. "You're...going to help?" you say weakly.

Lacroix tosses his shirt into the washing machine and reaches for the
bottom of your own, clearly intending to help you out of it. "Of course.
I've always enjoyed the ceremony of washing clothes...the throbbing of
the machine, the heat of the dryer..."

You start to grin. "But if I wash all my clothes now," you say saucily,
"I'll have nothing to wear!"

Lacroix arches an eyebrow. "I believe that's the point."    
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Happy birthday, Mids!
Jayne Leitch