1. The laundromat was empty but for a couple of lugs working on renovations. The machines were all cold water. I left every at home but my notebook and my pen so I could get some work done while I waited. I had exact change, although I could have probably done with another quarter's worth of dryer time with some of the clothes.
2. I'm having some trouble getting at this one character. I pictured her one way when I initially imagined her into the scene, but now I'm rethinking. I have a better image of what I want the character to be and how he relates to and parallels another. I can work that out in prose tonight while I'm at the coffee shop with Christian. I'm still very much in the first draft at this point and so it's more about getting the story out and then worrying about the specifics. I know what the ending is going to be (in this version).
3. There wasn't really much of anything at Value Village, just dust in the air. All three pairs of pants that I tried on were abominations to be smote from the surface of the planet. The Patch was better, and I walked away with a track jacket and a blue t-shirt, even after standing in the change room with the lighting that makes me look fat and washed out.
4. At around three o'clock this afternoon, I sat on a bench on Dallas Road and stared at the water and the sunlight slooshing over it.