My preferred dry cleaner can’t / won’t not do plastic for dresses & other long items. I found one on my way to work who will. The pile of plastic leftovers after a trip to the dry cleaner now make me sick. I am still haunted by the “You can just recycle” for lots of stuff & the “what you do won’t make a difference.” But / and I keep moving forward. Even if it’s sometimes one two steps forward, one step back. Or even one step forward, one step back. That’s how it often feels on these journeys: running in place with a lot going on in my mind.