If it’s an old one, might be worth repairing. New ones don’t last, etc, shaking cane, etc, kids.

It is an old dryer (Tim says it came with the house when he bought it in 2002, so it's at least 22 years old, but very likely older), and we did have it repaired about 5 months ago. So the fact that the repair only lasted for 5 months might mean that it's time to replace it (even though I do strongly agree with the general belief that new ones don't last).

Ah yes. Sounds like. Bummer.

Ugh, tomorrow morning is my dad's appointment with the neuropsychiatrist, to hopefully come up with a better treatment plan for his hallucinations. I definitely have to be there for the appointment, to make sure the full breadth of his symptoms are reported accurately. I just deeply resent having to do this.

I also resent how early the appointment is, but it was the soonest available, so we (my brother and I) went with it. But I normally get up at 8 a.m., since I work from home. I can get up, shuffle to the kitchen for coffee and provisions, do the Wordle and other NYT games, and be working by 8:30. But I have to get up tomorrow at 6:15 (and I don't expect sympathy for that; this is just general grumbling), which is going to be rough, especially with the time change.

OTOH, the appointment that early means we'll get it out of the way and then I'll have the rest of the day in front of me, and that's pretty nice.

I hope it goes well, Steph. And I get the resentment.

Fingers crossed for you Steph!!

Go Tim with the Fonzie fix! I hope the appointment tomorrow goes well and leads to something effectively helpful, Tep, and that waking up early doesn’t mess up the rest of your day.

It's 6:33 am, and I am super grateful for my coffee.

I am clean, dressed in outside clothes, coiffed, makeup, jewelry -- and Dad called 10 minutes ago to say he wasn't feeling well and needed to stay home. I'm 50% relieved, because I didn't want to deal with rush-hour traffic OR with my crazy dad, and 50% annoyed, because he needs this appointment AND I got up at 6:30 for nothing. And I already pounded down so much coffee that I can't go back to bed right now. I may be able to nap later, though.

Anyway, ugh, damn it, but also woo hoo. And I guess I'll do my NYT games and start working.

Jeepers.

That sucks, Teppy. I know he needs the consultation.

I'm awake. Have to do work, laundry, prep for leaving at 6 tomorrow to get to the airport. I got the early morning flight because getting to the airport from here at 6 is 12 minutes. Going there a couple hours later is 45. I had my last PT appointment. I could continue, but really I do the whole routine by myself at this point and just need to do it in the gym in my building.