Defending my nom de plume

Today is going to be one of those days when I justify the title of "Laundry Faerie." Most of the time I'd like to say I'm a writer, but it's not entirely true or realistic. Today I'm scheduled to be a few other things: diabetic, laundry washer and folder, mail sender, journalism editor, full-time auntie, cook, tie-dye artist, taxi service, loving wife and a probable half-dozen other titles before the day is out.

I have no room to complain about any of these titles -- especially not "loving wife" or "full-time auntie" -- because I willingly chose them. Or, in the case of the household chores, I was the only one available to do them. However, if you came here today hoping for some whimsical essay on the Fae, another episode of Unseen (I'm beginning to consider renaming it Unending) or some other amusing musings, rest assured that these things are still percolating away -- and that, assuming five free minutes here and ten minutes there, they'll eventually come to light.

In the meantime, I have a wee sliver of available time to take a shower. You can thank me later.