If you are grateful for nothing else today, be glad that you get to sleep on fresh sheets without having to launder them in a bucket in your shower using soap that blisters the skin right off your hands. I'm not sure what's worse, actually: towels that soak up forty pounds of water or sheets that drag in the dirty water when I'm squeezing them and retain shroud-of-Turin-esque body prints no matter how much I scrub them.
Me, I am grateful that it's not the rainy season, so at least I know that when I hang my dripping laundry outside it's actually going to get dry and not become giant moldering slabs of disgustingness.
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