And Also There Is Loneliness In This:

I was taught to how to fold sheets by my father's father, and it's an inherently collaborative method.

In college and thereafter, the first time in my life when the care and changing of my sheets was primarily my responsibility, my general method was to let the dirty sheets sit in my laundry bag until it was time for the change, at which point I'd wash the old ones, put them directly on the bed, and throw the newer ones into the pile, and so the cycle would continue. This is also why despite usually owning three pairs of sheets, I'd get into ruts with only two of them or, even more frequently, I must admit I'd simply strip the bed, wash the sheets, and then put them back on, which I eventually noticed wasn't exactly good for the lifespan of the fabric.

Thus it is that only in the last few months have I assayed the task of actually folding bed linens by myself. It is an awkward activity - especially that fucking fitted sheet - and also, I find, a lonely one. It is a small pleasure to come physically toward someone and make your corners meet.