I just spent an hour or so in a laundromat, and it was kind of lovely. Its quiet in there, and warm, and while I waited for my sheets to dry, I was forced to sit quietly and play solitaire on my iPhone. Leila was with me and was reading a book. I'm wondering if, when my dryer is fixed, I might just go there anyway to get some peace and quiet.
Here's the thing, though: I did three loads of laundry at home, all the loads but the white load. The one with the underpants in it. I know that before I had a washer and dryer of my own, I washed my delicate lady things at the laundromat and couldn't have cared less who watched me fold them (and I do fold them. Only now they are much less delicate.) My neighbor also kindly invited me to dry my stuff in her dryer, but it seems I've gotten a little shy about my undergarments. I don't really want to schlep them into the laundromat, but I think it might be worse to bring them to the home of someone who knows me.
I'm going to have to bite the bullet one way or another, so probably the laundromat.
I so could not have been a pioneer woman. Although the other day I did make bread from scratch. I don't really know what I was thinking.