I have long declared that we are the filthiest people in the known universe, keeping from utter squalor only by force of (my) will, and I now have evidence: we have been without a washing machine for a week, and Melvin (the laundry monster, for those of you who haven't been reading long or have forgotten) is rampaging all over the laundry room. I fear he will break out into the kitchen and start gnawing the fridge. They are supposed to deliver the new washer tomorrow and the new dryer Friday or Monday. All is very shiny, but I really, really hate dealing with appliance salespeople. They give me hives. We are not best pals. We are not going to be best pals. Just sell me my expensive chunk of metal, plastic, and electronics, and let me go on with my life.
Anyway, I expect to be happy with our new appliances, even though I had to deal with pushy people in order to get them.
And there were, lo, many errands, and many household tasks of various kinds. Sigh.