I spent an hour or so this morning watching a repairman attempt to fix the dryer. Well, more like making sure the cats weren't getting in his way so that he could do his job. Turns out we need a part that no one has currently, and it has to be ordered, so we get to repeat the whole thing at the end of the week when the part becomes available. Meanwhile, we have no dryer. Off to the laundromat, I guess.
And, there's my writers' group this evening. Last meeting, there were only two of us. The meeting before then, there were only three of us. I'm dreading the prospect of showing up and having no one else there. Of course, if there's no one there by 7:30, I can drive home and watch NCIS real time, rather than on tape. Of course, since there's nothing else to watch on a Tuesday night, watching the tape doesn't bother me. Driving all the way to the Kennesaw library in the tail end of Atlanta rush hour traffic for no good reason does bother me, though. The phone rang a while ago and Mary thought it was the head of the group; it turned out to be someone conducting a satisfaction survey for the bank. I almost wish she'd call it off. I feel honor-bound to be there if she doesn't.
Oh well...there's turkey breast cooking in the Crock Pot that should just about be done. Yummy!
