Making Hay

 I'm not exactly making hay while the sun shines. I am washing wool.

 We are running out of days where doing this is fun.

I have had gobs of wet wool drying in the bathroom before and I don't want to go there again if I can help it so I am washing as fast as I can before cold weather sets in for good.

  I just don't understand why those bags of fleece in the shed never get any smaller. I am starting to think that there's some kind of evil magic going on in there.