The last thing in yesterday’s busy day was an email.

When I got nowhere with Speed Queen after the first repairman was–no need to rehash–I sent a message to the dealer, figuring they would have more clout than I ever could.

There’s that three thousand dollar electrician repair bill to make clear why this matters to me, but I just want a working dryer for my warranty.

Always buy from an independent if you can. The guy wrote back, Let me talk to my SQ sales rep.

A few days later I had a referral to a new repair company and was told to tell them our dryer has a short.

Their guy is coming tomorrow.

Putting wet clothes in a metal box and pulling them out dry less than an hour later sounds insanely luxurious right now. I can’t wait. I feel like singing along with this grounds crew guy outside the elementary school. (Did the windows in yours open like that, back in the day? Mine did.)