Yes, things could definitely be worse: the filibuster is still in place. The Chief Insurrectionist remains unindicted. And the wildfires and hurricanes!
But there has been some summer relief around here. The fires and hurricanes have missed us so far. Delta has too, tho it’s still prowling the neighborhood. And we’re (almost all) out of Afghanistan.
Yet we have paid some pandemic dues. Maybe one of the biggest hits is the member of the household remaining in a COVID-induced coma, which has now lasted almost nine months.
No, it’s not me, or the Fair Wendy, and not our cat.
It’s our washer. (Washer-dryer, actually; a cool compact combo.)
The thing served faithfully for eight years, including the first three seasons of the pandemic. But then around last Christmas, it came down with a fever, which soon became general & paralytic.
The appliance guys came and did major surgery. It wasn’t as bad as it looked, they said. Recovery was sure, they said. But to beat the bug definitively, and before stitching it back together, they said they needed a part. Maybe it was in the truck. Continue reading Surviving our COVID-Induced Coma