Yesterday the microwave was moving in and out of consciousness. And today the dishwasher joined the microwave in the ICU. It’s as if the island (where they live) is attempting to secede from the kitchen.
Apparently the site super is sending in an electrician to do some surgery.
Right now I am having a drink — a drink in a glass I’ll need to wash by hand. Oh how I suffer.
Also no progress whatsoever on my 1/2″ rubber leg tips. None! Very disappointing.