The dish washer is on the blink. Seems to be something wrong with the logic in the software, something I can’t fix with a screwdriver and a hammer. When I load it up and turn it on, the timer says it’s going to take 199 minutes to wash everything. Two hours later, the timer says 185 minutes, or something like that. The first time I noticed this problem, it’d been running for three or four hours. I’m pretty sure it would run all night and into the next morning if I let it.

I can still use the dish washer (I’m the dish washer operator here at Our Humble O-Bode) because it has an emergency stop that still works. I throw some detergent in there, cranking it up and come back an hour and a half later to hit emergency stop. Then I run it for about five minutes after that to give the dishes a thorough rinse. Not gonna go back to washing dishes by hand if I can help it, and I still can, so I don’t.

My Darling B phoned to schedule a service call and of course they’ll come only on a week day, so she picked Monday. Good pick, really. If you’re going to take a day off from work to wait for a service call, you might as well see if you can take Friday or Monday off and make it a three-day weekend, right? And it worked out just like that: I asked my boss for Monday off, he said fine, and now we’re on the sofa looking at the start of a three-day weekend.

“I’m going to laze around today,” B announced while we were waiting for the percolator to finish its magic. “Read a book or something.”

Me, too.