It's late for updating this, so I'll try to be brief....

Last night I felt kind of horrid -- headaches and nausea, mostly -- apparently from fatigue. I need to sleep a little better, I think.

Otherwise, it was a fun night, though Mason and I mostly 'zombied' to each other. We also had Adventures in Laundry.

Which begs the question of what an Adventure in Laundry is. We need some backstory.

There are three Brewster Academy folks who live "on campus" in the building I'm in. I'm one of them, and Sue and Kyle are the other two. We are officially "on campus" even though we're not living in a Brewster building. There's a fourth guy in the same situation but in a different building, named Steven.

Now, there are advantages to this. You have a little bit of distance. You're not in a dorm room. Things are pretty good, all told. And there are disadvantages to this. You don't have a direct network connection (at least, not yet), for example.

One disadvantage... was laundry.

You see, the dorms all have washer/dryers. Faculty living in them can do their laundry as they wish.

There's a washer and dryer in the building Kyle, Sue and I live in, but it doesn't work very well. The dryer has no... well, heat. The washer isn't hooked up to a hot water heater. And they both cost a buck to use.

I endured. I use a laundry service much of the time anyhow, as I'm a wuss. Kyle endured.

Sue got mad. She raised a ruckus. She cajoled. She pleaded. And she won.

Sort of.

Brewster did the one thing they could do. They found another building near to both ours and the one Steven is in that had an exterior access to its basement. They refinished the basement (somewhat) and set it up with a brand spankin' new washer and dryer. They put a lock on the exterior door, and gave the four of us the key.

Yeah, it's down the street a bit, but it's free wash. We are content.

So, I used it yesterday. I did a load of needed stuff, including a "work shirt" I needed to wear today for My State House Adventure (tune in tomorrow for the post-game wrapup). I went over, Mason in tow, laundry in hand.

The exterior door did indeed have a lock on it... though....

Do you remember building tree houses when you were a kid? (City folk can skip the previous sentence.) Getting scrap and second hand and broken and sometimes weathered lumber from everywhere in the neighborhood and putting it together with a random collection of nails? Driving nails into boards into innocent trees for a ladder leading up, up, up to the... well, shack. The results were allegedly private and generally looked like a place to make crack in or that would appear in Talking Heads videos.

This is what the door to the laundry room looked like.

It was... a basement. A cobwebby, dusty basement, only a few levels up from where we moved Mason's stuff into. This didn't bode well. But, the washer and dryer were both new, and so we cranked the washer up and had dinner, then moved things into the dryer after dinner.

I ended up napping because of the headache, last night, so I didn't get back for two or three hours.

The dryer was still going. On full heat. The dial was apparently stuck.

So, none of my clothes caught fire, but I'm expecting them to be a little... small for me for the next few wearings....