I think I must finally be forgiven for my comforter faux pas years ago.

(You can read about THAT here.)

Laundry Lady just came over to my little table carrying one and asked me, “Is this wet do you think, or just cold?”

Ha!  Now I’m an official comforter advisor.

She has new teeth.  I noticed last week.  It’s so nice to see her smile.

As for glaucoma man, I was given quite an extensive account of what he called his ‘roto-router’ procedure at the hospital.

Apparently the nurses didn’t know what they were doing when removing his catheter and he’s still peeing blood.

I needed to know that at 8:15  in the morning.  I really did.

He’s an odd duck.  But, I would miss him if he wasn’t here.

It’s strange only lugging one laundry basket here.

I’m finding, in between missing my son, that there ARE some benefits to living alone.

Like, coming home and there not being dishes in the sink.  Like, walking from the bathroom to my bedroom sans clothes.

I would say it’s cheaper shopping too, but considering I keep sending my bird money for food – that’s not quite true yet.

**Breaking News**

A man just came up to me and said, “You know, I don’t think there’s been a Sunday that I’ve been here that you haven’t.”

I have never seen this man, or his wife before in my life!  Am I that oblivious when I’m laundering?  Apparently so.

Well, laundry is dry (as was the comforter in my professional opinion) and it’s time to head home to my sleepy dog and bid Laundry Lady farewell.