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| That's the spine you're looking at. Woof. |
I stand out my backdoor on the fire escape. The apartment building is lively tonight. Above me some people throw out and organize things for a coming inspection from the city. My neighbor's windows are open as I hear a 'ding' from his kitchen. The air is cool after a storm and most people have opened their windows. My windows are open as I move inside to fold some laundry.
Having no laundry machine is possibly the largest inconvenience of living in a studio apartment. Aside from lack of hook-ups, there's no space imaginable for it. I dump a hamper of unfolded laundry on the bed and hang some towels to finish drying. I had killed time at my sisters house cutting the grass. I even played an hour of Final Fantasy but the towels were just taking too long. Keeping with the delusion that I've got a lot to do, I pulled them before they were done. The rest of my laundry is mostly dry as I sort it out on my bed.
I'm enjoying the chill night air pushed in with my box fan. The fan was a serious and contemplated decision. I knew it was necessary to survive the summer but put it off for as long as possible. This is how I treat most things as I fold laundry at nine pm on a Sunday night. The mild temperature makes me wonder how much longer I'll be able to wear these shorts at work. Soon it will be slacks, then slacks with long johns. My calendar has less to do with what month it is and more to do with how many layers I have to wear to work.
The sub-tepid evening doesn't lend itself to shorts tonight and I dress in khakis with a dual pocket plaid oxford. Combined with bright white air jordans, I have no idea how this outfit would be interpreted. Given the choice, I'd wear shorts and a tank top most of the time. Somehow that would not be deemed appropriate in most social settings I find myself in. Why that is, is beyond me.
