...there is no way I am walking to BP, as every inch of the parking lot is pure slush, which means walking in it is the equivalent to taking a sledgehammer to my back muscles. I will stay right the fxxx at home, wearing cleaning clothes and nowhere to go.

There was also a pretty loud crash outside my apartment just now. Like an ice sheet breaking off the roof, or something.

Here are some artsy fartsy laundry baskets for transporting clothes from the washer to dryer. They looked cool in the sun, so I snapped a pic.

But now, I am home. Waiting another 20 mins or so before I fetch my clothes (which are getting dry, thank fuck!).

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