Laundry Day

I live in an apartment complex with several communal laundry centers.
There’s two rows of washers and two banks of dryers.
The washers take 30 minutes to run and the dryers take 60 minutes.
So, on a busy laundry day, wet laundry piles up while I wait for a free dryer.
The problem is compounded by people who don’t collect their stuff from the dryers for an hour or two.
I use a kitchen timer for my own laundry when it’s in the dryer so nobody gets stuck behind me longer than they have to.
We really need a house.

Never go home

They say you can never go hone, and as long as the restraining order is still in place, that’s true.
Google Street View lets you get a glimpse at all the old familiar places, as long as they’re close to a main thoroughfare and not blocked by a new thick, tall hedge paid for by monthly alimony checks… your alimony checks.
So, if you want to peek into a window, you know, just curious, that will take a private detective with a camera. Or a wireless steerable webcam.
Or two.
Or three.
Or…
Obsessed? Me?
Just making sure they’re… safe.