It rained and rained and rained all day yesterday, but today has been a perfect laundry day: bright and very breezy.

Sleeves, I see sleeves . . .

Usually I do laundry when I’m about to run out of underwear. This time I’d run out of jeans. It was either do laundry or perform the Great Seasonal Clothing Switch. There are more jeans in my two winter clothes bins, but there are also longjohns and sweaters, gloves and Yaktrax and other things I’m not ready to face yet.

This was a quintessential early fall laundry: a blend of summer and fall. Jeans hanging next to shorts. T-shirts sleeveless, short-sleeve, and long-sleeve. Two sweatshirts. Some mornings I go out walking in jeans, long-sleeve T, and sweatshirt, but by noon I’ve shed the sweatshirt and changed jeans for shorts. Then at the end of the day I do it in reverse.

Jeans, shorts, sleeves, no sleeves . . .