If ever you'd like to cut me down at the knees and see my life come to a screeching halt... see what happens when either my washing machine or dryer breaks. The dryer has been dying a slow and agonizing death. For the last several days it has taken at least three full cycles for a load to dry completely. In the meantime, the laundry heaps have been piling up like something out of a horror movie. It is unnatural and terrifying how quickly the sheer volume of laundry accumulates in this house. I literally woke up with anxiety about it last night. And today, the dryer was kaput in earnest. A goner. So I called the fixer man, and he came within an hour... And after banging around and getting out his tools and special hoses and whatnot... and after a very long winded explanation that I only partially processed... the dryer was fixed. Thank you baby Jesus. A working dryer makes me happy.
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