My wife changes
linens as lunatics do:
four sets, towels,
sheets, rotated through
twenty-eight days.
White as reliably
follows Black as
Waxing follows
Waning.
Occasionally I've
challenged the Tide
by suggesting, "why
don't you wash Thursday
instead of Friday?
We're vacationing
soon. Best to look
forward, balance it."
I've no idea how
my Tides of Time
intersect hers. It
makes things
interesting.
22/100
all the voices in my head 
Love the idea of home tasks being like the phases of the moon. Your wife sounds efficient!
My life is difficult because everything is always negotiable, always can be better. Her dedication to routine is admirable. Of course, I throw a wrench into things now and then!