Tonight, for the first time in 23 years of marriage, every white sock in my whites load had a mate at the end of the folding!
The universe, it must have aligned with something. All I know is, I suddenly found myself blurting out to Jorge, "It's part of reporting this event, this laundry-folding, the feeling most people get when they hear Barack Obama's speech. My, I felt this thrill going up my leg. I mean, I don't have that too often."
Imagine Jorge's expression after that! [snort!]
Now I know exactly how Chris Matthews feels! How can I explain it? It was sort of like that static electricity when you pull two socks apart, only better. Anyway, I now have hope that I'll match white socks again. Yes, change is definitely in the air. And in the dryer, too! How lucky can I get?!