Well OK I managed to get new sheets on my bed. I hate arthritis. Just holding the matress so I could tuck the corners in was so painful. Moving the bed away from the wall. Moving it back.

But at least I have clean sheets...

BUT...

I ran out of fabric softener for the laundry, and the detergent I use is perfume free because I have eczema, and I realized while making the bed that the sheets smell bad even coming straight from the wash. Yuk. I know they are clean though so I'll be OK.

But what if someone shows up tonight to stay with me while I'm depressed? It will be embarrassing to have stinky sheets. And just my luck, after 43 years of being alone, tonight will be the night that someone shows up out of the blue.