My new best friend, Keith, is in the kitchen right now. Right this moment. You wanna know why Keith is my new best friend?
Because Keith is delivering my new washing machine and dryer, and Keith is doing all the work. We have so much in common! I mean, we're both bald, and . . . . well, the most important thing we have in common is that I was not looking forward to getting these things into place and getting them working, and Keith gets paid to do that for me so I can sit around blogging or something equally useless.
How elderly am I? I'm very excited about my new washing machine. We got huge-capacity models that are supposed to use a third of the water we were using before, so we should spend less time on laundry, which is good, because if we let it build up we can easily kill an entire Saturday or Sunday running loads of laundry through our ancient, mismatched laundry appliances. Mock me if you must. I don't care.
A Year of Poetry – Day 226
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