My washer and dryer are in the garage, which attaches to a galley kitchen via a door we keep open. H has put in an AC and uses the garage for role playing games when his friends are over. It is like another room to the house, but right off the kitchen and with the washer and dryer, and if I didn’t take care of the laundry then, I would forget it.

So goes my life. I feel like I have to do things the instant I think of them, or I will forget about them (and I will). I know I should just write it down, but the kitchen pad of paper or pen or both always disappears...