Our dishwasher gave up the ghost last night in clouds of toxic smoke and a subsequent visit from the fire department. At one point there were three firetrucks and nine firefighters here, going over the place with a thermal camera to try to determine the source of the smoke. Sadly, yup, it was the dishwasher, which was then yanked out and put out on the porch. Now the (scorched) cabinet in back of where the dishwasher was is exposed, we have a broken dishwasher (still with dishes in it) on our porch, and I've been doing a big pile of dishes for the last hour and a half. Penny is home sick today, and peppering me with questions. And after I finish the dishes I'll go upstairs and deal with cleaning up from the toilet problem we also had this weekend.
Interesting, isn't it, that I find this preferable to going to work?
Sam called today from Woods and Associates. They're sending someone else out to the job for the next two days and then I'm going back out on Wednesday. So it's all good. Unless I lose the job assignment altogether. Then it will be even better.
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