by Yesterday, when it was a billion degrees below zero and I had no heat, and couldn’t shower, I was sitting at my desk at the end of the day, wrapped in a blanket and still trying to get some work done when Buddy horked up all over my white comforter. I cleaned it up as best I could, but it needed to go to the laundry and since I was without heat that meant I had to go to the laundry right there and then! Even though I had just done a laundry on Saturday!
Buddy luxuriating in the nice, freshly washed comforter. Evil.
As much as I love, love, love NYC and am somewhat envious of the fact you live in the Village, it is tempered by the fact that you have to take your laundry out (and out in this weather!).
Although some people are lucky and have laundries in their building. But not people who live in brownstones and tenements.