Since early June, I’ve regressed to my 19-year-old self every couple of weeks by either hanging out at the laundromat for a few hours, or timing visits to friends’ houses to coincide with a dwindling drawer of clean drawers.
After three-and-a-half months, I’ve put the need for a washer and dryer above my need to save for new windows. Because laundromats suck. And I want my friends to keep taking my calls.
This Friday or Saturday, I’ll have laundry machines at home…and unlike other things that I’ll cheerfully let sit for weeks until I get around to them (see the still-boxed kitchen faucet I bought in July), I suspect I’ll get those hooked up immediately.
But there was no escaping one last laundry stop; as of this morning, my drawers drawer was empty.