Taken a few days off, and making the most of the early autumn day to achieve a "Laundry Basket Zero" state. The garden is now more of a Bedding-field, and like the great poet, I've "got to get through this" remaining laundry. In a high risk move, I washed the errant red socks with a t-shirt of a similar hue, hoping that symbiosis between those items would, if not completely avoid colour bleed, at least give it a safe place to go: As the socks bleed, the t-shirt receives, as one might say. The whiteness of the quilt cover vindicates that strategy. Where some might see overlap, I see an efficient peg utilisation system. The hammock's water retention characteristics continue to be of concern.
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