We still do laundry everyday (or, rather, Chris does it since I usually just have underwear and sometimes socks). The laundry hangs by the window in Carlos's bedroom, where we sleep, from a white string tied around a silver-painted pipe and a precarious-looking nail. Seeing our hanging laundry pleases me for no reason I can devise.
We didn't go out today--instead occupied the whole morning cooking and then went to tutor the soccer children with Carlos. I spent the afternoon helping Crystal with her science homework, a puddle of anxiety over my inadequacy. Couldn't I have gotten something more straightforward than (literally) rocket science?
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