Slight vent: Someone had left an unloaded load in the dryer, I think overnight. I no longer have (many) qualms about taking out other people's laundry -- plus I do my best to NOT LEAVE MY LOADS WAITING -- but not only am I slightly bothered by people leaving their laundry, I worry that people'll think I'm getting my jollies from handling someone else's clothes. So even with me being the only person in the laundry room, I'll make a big show of not looking at what I'm unloading except in the most glancing way. Sometimes life is performance art.
Meanwhile, it's a purrrrrrty day. Windows are open, stuff's airing out, things are getting clean, and I have a big-ass sandwich (courtesy the appropriately-named Big-Ass Sandwiches) in the fridge awaiting eatening.