On Monday morning I was industrious. I washed dishes, emptied the drying rack and the dishwasher, ironed and put away laundry, put out the garbage, and performed several other tasks that I can't remember any more, all before about 10:00. While I was ironing (with which I never used to bother since all my clothes were either t-shirts or jeans, but to which I now feel compelled), I thought about my newly apparent domestic streak and how I've become one of those New Women, competent both in the office and at home.
And then I read my email and found out unexpectedly that I had to be at UW by noon, and I wasn't even dressed yet, and I hadn't gotten in the hours of work-for-money that I had meant to that morning. (My previous calculations had given me plenty of time before I had to leave for class at 2:45.)
Well, there goes that theory.
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