Journey is telling me “Don’t stop … Be-lieving” in the background.  My view through very tired eyelids is that of the rainbow umbrella.

I literally JUST woke up, threw a pair of shorts on, grabbed my laundry, grabbed Nic’s and drove here.

Was immediately met by Glaucoma Man who waxed ever so unpoetically about his credit card company.  And, “I don’t think she’s even in there!”

Doors opened and when I had a brief moment alone with Laundry Lady, she unburdened herself on me too. “He shows up at 7!  We don’t open until 8!  And he keeps peeking in all the windows.”

Can I go back to bed?

My laundromat shouldn’t be this dramatic should it?

Then again, I don’t have room to talk.

I manage to make a quiet Saturday night full of drama.

I’m tired of it.

Tired of drama.

I think, I’m just … Tired.

Glaucoma man is already emptying his machine of his wash.  How is that possible? I still have 15 minutes left on mine and we got here the same time.  Although, I did have that chat with Laundry Lady.

She’s looking less like a chipmunk today.  Waiting for her antibiotics to finish their job so she can get the offending tooth yanked from her mouth.

There’s a plaid wearing, camouflage hatted man next to my machines.

Only men today.  4 men today.  I find myself wondering about how they learned to do laundry.  There was a time they were young and someone taught them.

I look at everyone and wonder about them.

But when I’ve just awoken, I don’t need to know everything at once.  lol.

I’m ready to go back to bed.

And I won’t stop believing if I can just get a little nap.