January 2, 2015
Only three minutes separates my apartment from the laundromat, but still, the entire enterprise of laundry is one I find particularly annoying. I don't know why, since the only sorting I do is, if I have more than one washer-ful, to do towels/sheets in one and everything else in the other, and I don't hover waiting to add fabric softener, and I leave for the duration of the cycle as soon as the stuff starts spinning. I think the separation of stuff-to-go-in-the-dryer and stuff-to-come-home-to-be-air-dried is worse. Or maybe it's the dread of knowing eventually I'll have to fold it all.