Over the past two and a half weeks I’ve been back and forth between New York and Massachusetts, for some good reasons, and some not so good. In the past 16 days, I’ve gone from Boston, to Highland Falls, to Babylon, to Center Moriches, back to Boston, then to New York City, back to Boston again, then Boston to Center Moriches and back…twice.
I’m exhausted. Which pretty much means that the 25 pounds of laundry I had sitting in two (two) laundry baskets and several duffel bags in my bedroom were never going to get cleaned. Until my cousin RJ convinced me over the weekend to “send it out,” because RJ is the only person I know that has everything picked up and delivered.

