I went up the hill, instead, just because I could.
The clothes are all hanging up, drying; between the fan, the A/C and the exhaust fan in the bathroom, the clothes (most of them, anyway) should be dry by this evening.
While I was washing, I saw Crazy Frank, shooting pool. (It’s how he wakes up!) He told me he went to wash one night at 2100 and was tired of the new machines with their half load of water, trying to clean a full load of clothes. Crazy Frank is often Clever Frank: he filled the tubs by pouring in buckets of water, and that not only gave him the water he needed, but it also stopped the timer for the fill part, and just used it for the wash. He said his clothes were really clean!
This ol’ dog can certainly learn new tricks! Now, I need to go have a breathing treatment.
The catz are trying to get me to go to bed with them, but first I’ll go to Walmart with ... whoever gets in the van before I drive away.
Smart move by Crazy Frank! You can’t do that with a front-loading washer.