Perhaps I should switch to writing poetry in the style of epic poetry, but about modern day hassles.
Dishwasher repair rescheduled for next week. So I have a whole week of a’fussin and a’frettin’ about this. At least it is a broken dishwasher in summer (a nuisance) rather than a broken heat source in a Canadian winter (possible death).
If it would come in time, and not from Amazon, and not out of stock, I would get this for the front until it is repaired:
which would at least let me know that my dishwasher is as sad as me to have its E15 error and supposedly leaking even though I can’t find it leaking anywhere.