The washer repair guy comes today, maybe . . . hopefully. After one visit, one diagnosis, one purchased part, great labor fees, a no-show visit and a second attempt at fixing the problem, we may, after losing only 8 hours of work, be able to wash clothes tonight. If he fails, we've placed a sniper in the turret of the house. Keep your fingers crossed.
. . . and, my new food read Meathenge, interesting variety.