A Minor Frustration

I went three flights down to my basement yesterday to attempt to cut into the mounds of laundry gathering in my place (think moguls on a ski hill) but when I got to the laundry room, there was a bad sight.  The dryer vent was unhooked.  As Charlie Brown would say, "Aaugh!"

Well, I absolutely had to do some laundry -- I had no clean underwear, socks or work clothes.  I packed a bag full of two loads of stuff and schlepped it down to the laundromat.  I didn't have to start work until 9 last night, so I had plenty of time to bore myself to death. 

There was a plus side, though.  I got to see "Dancing With the Stars" for the first time.  Oh, wait.  That's only a plus if you consider wanting to claw my eyes out with my bare hands a good thing.  I guess I just do not understand life in this brave new world of reality shows.