Early this morning, Jane came by my house for a run together.

I love running with Jane because she’s my wonderful, beautiful daughter and I love her company and conversation and running expertise… but she also has all these crazy-great APS and tools on her phone to track our miles, times, routes and a zillion more things that I love.

Jane usually comes right in the back door and is ready to go.

Today, I heard this sweet little voice coming from the back steps… a voice getting louder each second with, “MOM! MOM!”

I raced to the back door to see this little struggle with what else, but dirty LAUNDRY…

“Do you mind if I do a little laundry?” Jane was asking along with the back door struggle.

Seems Jane’s dryer is on the blink.

I was thinking, “A LITTLE!?”

Well, I actually enjoy doing laundry, especially with my new washer/dryer system right there, albeit temporarily, on my back porch.  Just like in my childhood memories…

I went about my work, maybe even humming Whistle While I Work, of sorting the huge pile into 3 smaller piles and began Wash #1.

We ran 4.07 miles.

Jane went about her work day.

I put Wash #1 in the dryer and began Wash #2.

Etc. Etc. Etc.

Until 3 piles were clean, dry and folded.

When Jane returned…

I just had to say it.

“Laundry.  Damn, I’m good.”