I went upstairs last night to meet my neighbor. Her name is Sally. I introduced myself, made some small talk, then asked when her laundry day was. She said Wednesday, with a sigh. I said it's better than Friday, my day. She has meetings Wednesday evenings so that doesn't leave a lot of time to throw in a load. According to the sign above the washer and dryer (which I visited for the first time yesterday) laundry hours are 8am to 8pm. That just shortens the window even more.
So Sally asked *me* if *I* wanted to switch! I said sure!!
And then I thought, poor Sally, she must not have much of a social life if she wants Friday as her laundry day. Oh well, to each her own.
So now I don't have to worry about skipping out on Friday activities just to do laundry. Whew.