Today wasn’t a good day. My clothes dryer presented a fault, and stopped working (probably something wrong with the circuitry; my previous dryer’s logic board developed faults twice, and none of the ones before that ever did—because they didn’t have complicated logic boards). I found this out after I’d already started a second load of washing. I’ll arrange to get it fixed, of course, but I just couldn’t cope with that today—I didn’t get angry or have a meltdown or anything, but I felt completely deflated.
I only started the washing because I thought it would be an ordinary, routine, non-challenging thing I could accomplish today, something that wouldn’t in any way frustrate me. I wanted a low-key day today because tomorrow is the third anniversary of Nigel’s death, and something feels different this year in ways I can’t yet put my finger on (though, for what it’s worth, I was feeling more or less positive this morning, before I found out about the dryer). It’s all very confusing, and I was already feeling that I have no idea how I’ll feel tomorrow because his birthday last month was unexpectedly hard on me. Will the dryer fault change anything about how I’ll feel tomorrow? I doubt it, but it certainly doesn’t help, either.
I’ll ring them about the dryer in a few days. Once this time, whatever it is, clears.
2 comments:
Sometimes you just want it to be simple, particularly at certain times, and it's not.
I'm sorry for that.
It was so very unexpected—the surprise is what got to me. Still, I figured out a workaround even though it was a very rainy days, and I got the clean clothes dried. Needs must, and all that.
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