John, my laundry guy, just picked up my order. It was the largest one I can remember: four bags totaling ninety-two pounds. He'll deliver it this evening and he gave me a discount for being a loyal customer. I don't even like to think about what a hassle it would have been to struggle down four flights of stairs with all that stuff, walk it over three blocks, wash and fold it myself, and haul it back. That would be almost as traumatic as moving.