A few weeks ago, I wrote about euphoria from seven cameras. This post is not
that. I didn't have a transcendent moment. But I have to say, after
trip one to the laundry room, when the place was so crowded, I headed
back upstairs with my piled-high cart of laundry, having trip two start
with a view of six wide open large washers lifted at least some small
part of my stress on a day filled with arrangements for and anxiety
about my first trip to Stamford tomorrow.
Somehow, no matter how you try to make work about work and home about
home, there can never be a real division. Working efficiently depends on
creating structures that allow you to leave home. Managing home efficiently
depends on pushing work aside long enough to make sure you (and your
kids) will have clean clothes to wear all week. And when fate intervenes
to make either side less efficient than it ought to be (what do you
mean, I can't do my huge pile of laundry right now?!), it's not pretty.
And so it was that the absence of any free large washers just about sent
me over the edge, and the sudden appearance of six big empty ones became
the most beautiful sight in the world. The laundry is now back in my
apartment--not back in the drawers yet, that's a whole 'nother
story--and soon we will work on the sleep part of the home front.
Tomorrow, my first report from Stamford (well, at least about Stamford).
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