It’s a new life. No washer, nor dryer, nor dishwasher. Poor me!

I made the mistake of going to a laundromat recommended to me because it had free wi-fi and showed movies. They sure did show movies! Family friendly crap at full volume while brats ran screaming abound the machines.

It was there, waiting for the last of my sheets to tumble dry, when I took the time to write my old roommate back. Tracy is the only human I know who still writes letter regularly and it’s delightful!

So there I was, scribbling away with my mom’s fountain pen, writing to a person who I lived with in 1989, feeding quarters into a dryer, feeling very much like a lifetime has passed — and very, very little has changed.