Mundane Day, The Thirty-First Week of the Second Year in the New Abnormal

What am I doing this weekend? Nothing special and everything essential. In an Instagram world of glamourous posts, my weekend is the antithesis of awesome. I started early to ensure I could easily access the washing machines needed for the weekly laundry. Luckily for me, it was a ghost town before 7 am, and I peacefully and quietly secured my machines and loaded them from the full hampers.

After I put the laundry in the dryer, bringing the hang-dry bag up to the apartment to, you guessed it, hang dry, I took Lucy out for a walk before the sun was beating too strongly on the sidewalks. It’s pleasant enough, but the humidity still clung inbetween my skin and my summer cottons.

Then I ran some errands. I was at the post office, which was empty due to it being the first summer since the pandemic in which everyone is running to escape the city on weekends. Thank you, travelers, it’s so nice to enjoy a quiet corner of the city for a change. Next was a stop at the…