After a blissful hour yesterday at the library (where I paid nearly $30 for a book I apparently held hostage for 2 years), I am at a Laundromat processing three loads of long-festering clothes.
We do have a washer/dryer at home, but it’s in the basement, and I’m curbing my stair climbing with my arthritic knees. Also, I enjoy Laundromats for some weird reason.