The dryer that was broken is now working. The other dryer is apparently beginning to lose its belt, and is not turning properly. The question is whether or not we will order the part now, because it will take a while to repair, or wait until it is not working and do it then. Stay tuned for further dramatic updates.
A bunch of the kids here are doing their own blogs, and I need to get current on them. I know that some of them read this abomination, and I occasionally remind them that I check theirs out from time to time.
Tomorrow is Friday, and regular readers know that Friday night is my favorite night of the week. By the way, Thursday night is my second favorite night of the week. I hope that there is a steam in my future, preferably in the next 24 hours or so.
DishBitch is working on a pile of mess in the sink that was occasioned mostly by the fact that he took last night off. DishBitch has been doing this lately due to the fact that, for some mysterious reason, he has been really tired at the end of the day. Significant inroads into said mess have already been made, but a new load has emerged from the refrigerator, which did need cleaning. DB is taking a writing break for the moment. He does not want to wait too long, because it is already 8:40 PM, and it would be nice to have this job done. It's time for DB to spring into action.
9:18-the laundry is folded, and DaBoo has been out for his evening constitutional, and the last two really funky/crusty dishes are soaking in the sink. Now is the time of evening when at last relaxation can set in for a little while before it is time to go to bed. The new veggie box is here, including beets and avocados, which means borscht and guacamole this weekend. The dogs are making their semi-annual pilgrimage to the vet to get their check-up for air travel. I will need to dig out their paper work tomorrow night so that they get officially approved to fly. It will be the occasion of Buddha's first snowmachine ride. Maybe a cute picture or two will be in order.
9:33-the dogs have been fed, and tonight's last dish placed into the dish strainer. So much for the comforts of domestic life-it is actually pretty nice. A last few musings for internet posterity, and then...
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