Satisfaction

The wind has been brisk today, with just the right underlying warmth to do a pair of socks on a line a power of good.

Give them a real seeing to.

And I’ve been reflecting on the lads of the Rolling Stones and their declaration that they just can’t get no satisfaction.

I can’t help but think to myself, they just haven’t had a really great drying day.

Where everything has ended with all being right in their drawers.

Because my sock drawer tonight has hit nirvana.

There is not a single sock unmatched.

I am the matchmaking queen of the sock kingdom.

And yet, and yet, I can’t help but wonder, as I survey my mated sock drawer in my single-minded glory, did I inadvertently strike a deal on a drying day long ago?

Did I sacrifice my own matedom to the two-by-two, eternal happiness, of my sock drawer?