The day after the day the world was rumored to end.
I spent this day scrubbing the bath tub and tile with a brush and an old toothbrush. I used a bucket to soak the bottom of the shower curtain in bleach because it tends to start growing that gross pink mildew that I am certain would be labeled as a miracle of creation by some biologist. The miracle of creation has been melted away.
I did laundry. I learned that the Laundromat I liked to go to is now deemed an unsafe building by the city of Sacramento and is closed. I could have told them it was unsafe, on a number of levels including the parade of characters who passed through, took baths in the washroom, and dried their rain-soaked clothing in the dryers. Homeless people don’t have a lot of options to dry out and this place was one of them. It’s gone now and I imagine that a bunch of homeless people are going to be battling mildew now in their suitcase that they live out of.
I went to the grocery store and picked up a few items and I took a long walk.
My world went on just as it did every other Saturday in my adult life. After Connecticut, I was really thinking it would be better if it did end yesterday.
But the world didn’t end…so here we are and the question is what do we do next?