Starvating is performance art

 Almost SIX hours of sleep

And tons of virtue for getting SEVEN loads of laundry washed, dried and mostly put away before I conked out. And by the way still in time to get a reasonable amount of sleep.

Laundry was not as much of a multicultural sharing resources exercise as sometimes. One person was just finishing with last load in dryer when I arrived. That meant I could start off strong with all FOUR washers. So I decided to take a chance, go get the basket I might have saved for another day and just go to town with another 3 washer loads. 

One woman, thin, white, native English speaker who said she is 66 (and apparently new to building) came in just as I was finishing with washers. Between hearing and vision and mask issues we did not attempt much conversation. She also put laundry in wash and left but did not come back to move clothes. Kind of high risk of having clothes stolen, but okay. Another woman came in and started wash as I was finishing dryers. She also did not come back to move clothes.  But the other main point: I do not think keys made it to everyone who was expecting and therefore the laundry room is not locked yet. I dunno if the lock will even do as intended anyway and the how to pay for laundry is also a saga for another day.

The Queen of Spades

But the starvating? Starvating is when a pet or child acts as if they have not eaten in millenia and will fall over dead if not fed in the next few minutes. The Queen of Spades skipped the performance art this morning which is one reason I was able to sleep so long. I would not have minded going back to bed, but it seemed more important to text my friends of the battle with the SUV.

And cat does not really care about :"Georgia, Georgia on my mind" as long as she can work in her morning perch in my arms and accept petting routine.