a laundry revelation

When I sold my house and moved to my apartment, almost a year ago now, I though that the one thing I would dislike the most would be doing my laundry in a public laundry room in the basement. But I didn't realize until today, when I did a couple of loads of laundry at my daughter's house (having to treck up and down their basement stairs six times and wait to run a second load 'til the first was washed), how spoiled I've become.  It's very nice to be able to ride an elevator down to a room that is always kept shiny clean and do two or sometimes three loads of laundry at the same time. Since I'm one of the lucky retired ones I can do my laundry any weekday morning and know that there will always be washers and dryers available. Funny how something that seemed so strange a year ago has now become a convenience.