There were plans today, an early morning, a laundry run, a walk uphill to the gym, a shower, dinner and television.
Then, the two-hours-tops task of doing laundry turned into an entire day.
Four broken driers, hours-long waits.
And now, I’m here, sitting in yesterday’s clothes because my laundry has been sitting wet in a laundry basket for over four hours.
There were plans today, and they were crippled by the most monotonous of machines.