With the plumbing still upfucked, dirty laundry has been mounting. There's an ominous pile looming at the foot of the bed, and I'm going to have to break down and go to the mat o' laundering today. I always think, "Oh, just make it fun. Take a good magazine, hang out." But you only get about 15 minutes tops to "hang out" when you have five loads of laundry to do. The rest of the time is an orgy of transferring loads, inserting coins, shuffling what's wet to the dryers still tumbling while you fold or hang what's dry, then everything getting finished at once and frantically trying to fold and hang it before it wrinkles or bakes. Then you have to take it home and PUT IT AWAY. I'm very bad at this last part.
Also necessary today -- grocery store. A MUST.