drive-through laundry

I have a short story I published called "Drive-Through Laundry."  You can get convenience in cooking and you can skip cleaning for a few days, but there is no substitute for laundry.  I think this as I write here because my desk is at the dead end of the landing upstairs by the utility closet so I frequently write while listening for the dryer to buzz or the washer to finish spinning.

If I go back downstairs pretty fast, I can get all that clean and be free this weekend a little bit to grade haha.  And I am actively working the new job listings as they come out on Friday and it takes time to go over a posting and see first if you are right for them perhaps and next if they are right for you.  One place I checked in 2008, everybody in their department looked like Ken or Barbie and not a day over 30.  I didn't bother applying there.  I would not match.

Satan is trying to keep me busy, too busy for anything, so I am forcing myself to sit here and think of something to say.  I mean, I went to meeting tonight, so it should not be hard.  I'm glad we had the part from the OR book on the service meeting about being forgiving and letting love cover a multitude of sins.  I always think woo hoo ya'll got to put up with me a little longer.

It was a very good meeting.  As I was leaving, I spoke for a few minutes to Lana Jae and Dana.  Now, there is something to say.  Lana Jae is just doing smashing after her tonsillectomy.  She has a fresh haircut, and a beautiful print block dress on tonight.  It had six or seven tiers/layers - floral and zebra prints, and it matched and then she had white tights and new black mary jane shoes.  She was adorable.  And her mom had on a zebra stripe skirt and black top, so they looked especially darling together.  And walking out I got to commiserate with Frankie, a professor at Conemaugh, about papers to grade, and his mom, Beverly, about car payments.  It was just nice.  Part of me does not want to load up and start all over anywhere else.  Part of me says oh heck yes, especially since all the days here are getting shorter and it rained a lot today.  I got soaked once.  I nearly broke my neck/car/umbrella trying to shut the backseat door on the umbrella today.  But my contract is ending this year and so far it has not been renewed so I think I have to go elsewhere. 

And we got to sing that middle song, 60, and I love it.  I needed to hear/sing that one more than anything else that went on tonight.  I nearly cried by the end of it - it's been a long stressed out week again.  And I sat by Pam and a lot of people were happy to see me.  So, I get through another day.  Each day's suffering is sufficient for that day.

Goodnight my sisters.