If friends haven't seen me much the last few days, it's because I've been spending my time doing laundry. As I mentioned, one of the big things you have to do before the exterminator comes to deal with the bed bugs is that you wash your entire wardrobe the day before. I figured that that would be a hellish thing to do all in one day, so I started a few days early. The thing is, you shouldn't really bring the now-cleaned clothes back into the still-infested residence. So...well, let's just put it this way: if anyone steals my car, I'm not only out a car, but my entire wardrobe. The trunk is almost jammed to the gills.
I still have some more laundry to go, but it's manageable at this point, and I have a whole whopping day to spare.
Mind you, none of this includes all the clothes that you really can't put in a washing machine -- sportcoats, jackets, sweaters, that sort of thing. I went to the drycleaners this morning with oh-so-many bags, and I think I will be on his holiday card mailing list now.
Then the exterminator. The delivery of the bed and sofa. Putting everything back. (Not all at once: I'm supposed to put my cleaned clothes in plastic bags -- which I did -- but don't take everything out right away, only your essentials. The exterminator makes two return visits 20-days apart, so you're supposed to still keep most things in the plastic bags until he's done.) And eventually get things back in order. But the end is in sight...
Robert J. Elisberg is a political commentator, screenwriter, novelist, tech writer and also some other things that I just tend to keep forgetting.
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