Dear Chuck Hogan:
Every single washable item in my apartment is clean, and I have you to thank for it.
It all started a couple weeks ago when Dana Cameron (the wicked fine writer up there in Red Sox Nation near you) mentioned how much she loved PRINCE OF THIEVES. How in fact, when she met you in person, she might have been robbed of the power of speech as she tried to convey how much she admired the book.
No fool I, I promptly ordered a copy. In due course it arrived and I took it home.
Now, what you might expect is true: I have a lot of things to read for work. I don't have a lot of time to devote to reading books just for fun. The one time every week I do read for fun is when I tote my duds down the Ave to the local washateria.
This week was no exception. Except it only took me two hours to wash what I'd brought. And that only got me to page 75 of PRINCE OF THIEVES. (There was no way I was rushing headlong through this book, I savored every page, yes I did.)
There was only one solution, and it wasn't read faster. It was wash more. I washed the comforters. Then the extra sheets. Then the curtains. Sox from under the couch. Cleaning rags. Separate trips to the Washateria of course. Why run three washers in one hour when you can run one washer for three hours.
It wasn't until I seriously considered calling my friend Juliet to see if her laundry was caught up that I came to my senses.
This read-only-at-the SudsYourDuds rule was SELF imposed and I could give myself permission to break it.
I finished PRINCE OF THIEVES sitting on my couch this morning. And it just knocked my sox off. But that's ok...I've got LOTS of clean ones in reserve.
Your devoted fan,