Thursday night in a fit of overzealousness I stuffed two quilts in the washing machine.  They were proceding through their cycle rather nicely, albeit a bit slllllooooowwwwlllly, when I heard a clunk from the laundry area.  I paid it no mind, of course.  Clunks are often heard around here.  Why, just the other night we were wakened in the early AM with just such a sound, which one of us thought was something falling and the other thought was a gunshot.  We paid that no mind as well.  But I digress….  It soon became apparent that there was a large something hanging where it shouldn’t be.  A mechanical something.  And D. discovered that it was a switch…to the whole washer gizmo, I suppose.   So, now the washer is broken.

There is more to this frustrating tale, but I must go learn said six pages…