Got up to find that dear lady had finished my laundry for me, sweet of her.
Did a little unpacking & arranging, then headed for shower in newly clean bathrobe, strains of 'Alone Again Or' emanating from upstairs.
Had some coffee on the porch, watching dogs dig, thinking about the empty sentimentalism that pervades this culture. Which one? This one, here.
Peretz really, really wants to go down to the basement.