If there is any consolation it's this: bad things usually occur in groupings of "3", right? The third part of our home tragedy trilogy is that my car is now in the shop for repair of an oil leak. I refuse to invite trouble by asking "What next?" This is enough, don't you think?
Now some good news: today, the air conditioning repairman will be out and tomorrow the appliance guy will be looking at, and hopefully fixing, my washer. I am desperate to do a load as we are running out of towels and underwear!
Here's hoping that my next post will be filled with good news, for a change! Bare with me, friends.