Day 10: There’s something to be said about Sunday mornings. There’s this peacefulness, knowing that you’re already up and active when the town is still sleeping in, and hours before any hangover crowd realizes that a greasy, Sunday brunch would be a “really good idea.”
Sometimes I’d wake up super early to go to my neighborhood laundromat. That’s when I can really hunker down and do my thing — write, caffinate, and otherwise reset my life.
Over my headphones I can hear my clothes doing the same, cleaning up and taking a new lease on life at the speed of the spin cycle.