There's this homeless, drug addicted 25 year old kid, by the name of Thomas, who mentioned he wanted to do laundry. I didn't think to take it home with me to do it myself and have him come pick it up later.
I'm slow. I went home and mulled it over, but he needed me to be quick to invite him to do his laundry at my place. I'm not fast enough for people. After writing 4 sets of "morning pages", I'm ready to host him for painting anyway. It's too late for laundry tonight. Too fast. Too slow. Something in between I hope.