Got up. Read the morning internet. Pondered the overflowing laundry bin: am I gonna do it in two consecutive loads at the apartment building’s laundry room, or haul it down to the laundromat to do it in two simultaneous loads?
I decided to ponder this in the living room, sitting quietly on the beanbag chair. As I settled on the laundromat (I want to get out of the house, I’m probably just gonna play Clicker Heros or No Man’s Sky all day if I don’t), I noticed that the rubber dragon mask I’d gotten for cheap thanks to the pound falling into the toilet on Brexit night was sitting next to the chair.
So of course it only seemed logical to put it on while I dealt with getting the laundry arranged on the handcart to take it out to the laundromat. Just a perfectly ordinary dragon lady doing her laundry, nothing to see here, move on.
I’m taking it off before I go outside though. The thing’s heavy black rubber and it’s seventy degrees out. I’d die.