I really must stop waiting three weeks between laundry runs. Maybe the first time it was understandable since I’d been on the road from Houston and everything, but this time I should’ve done laundry sooner. I had to DRIVE the quarter-mile to the laundry room because the basket was completely overflowing and too heavy for me to carry more than about 20 feet without almost dropping everything. Silly me.
But ah, now I have clean clothes and fresh sheets. It’s like I got a whole new wardrobe or something. Though I should buy more socks. Socks are always the limiting factor for me. I just don’t have enough socks. If I bought more, maybe I could last four weeks. Hmm, then I’d have to get a second laundry basket.
Tonight Valerie is cooking dinner, and then we’re heading to the Halloween party at the Mausoleum. Yes, Stanford hosts a Halloween party at the on-campus Mausoleum. Creepy, right? You can dance on the graves of Leland Stanford, Jane Stanford, and their son Leland Jr. It sounds extremely morbid, yet intriguing. Apparently, it is quite a big event.
