A gray day and far from the type of day I would connect to laundry day. A clear sky and a bit of a breeze for all the laundry billow as it dries. In the real world, the pile of snow that is between me and the clothes line puts a damper on line drying.
Dennis gets his dream supper this evening: liver and onions. You can bet I will crack a window shortly after supper has taken place.