I woke up at 5 a.m. today. Well, the cats woke me up, and I couldn’t get back to sleep. I’d stopped blaming the eclipse energy for any and all, and I knew I had laundry to do. Did I brave it? Leave the bed? I probably had two clean shirts left and was at the point where I would smell everything before putting it on.
The pros of doing laundry at 5 a.m: the place is empty, it’s cool out, the streets have that eerie post-dawn poetry to them, the city block not asleep but not restless yet.
What is the astrology of laundromats? The astrology of Wednesday mornings? The astrology of the happy-faced guy working at the laundromat, smoking a cigarette (must be a Sadge with that smile). What, tell me, is the astrology of a friendly New Yorker, or of my coffee, unfinished, waiting for me, like a lover, to return.
Another draw of doing laundry at 5 a.m.: the morning news on the t.v. Good Morning, Sarah Palin! I hope you enjoy the city today! Gonna be a hot one!
Now, I’m not one of those types who checks the stars before taking a piss, BUT if the eclipses are coming? I want my clothes clean 🙂
Happy Gemini New Moon Solar!
Note to self: the #27 dryer is the best
Follow me on Twitter!