The dryer just stopped in the middle of a load of laundry and won’t start again.  The light won’t even come on — and it’s not the breaker, thank you very much.

If I have to go buy a new dryer…

Well, I’ll take it apart first and see if there’s something obvious wrong with it.  Unfortunately, I’m not very good at that sort of thing (which is disappointing since I’m quite good at it if it’s electronics equipment).  Time will tell…

At least I can finish that load over at Rick’s if I have to.  I mean, what’s the point of house- and dog-sitting if I can’t use it to my advantage in case of an emergency?

Meanwhile, back in the Bat Cave, I’m going to try a bit of percussive maintenance if this turns out to be something I can’t locate and fix.  A few swift and decisive kicks, not to mention a few yells at it, should at least make me feel better.  Um, right?

Oh, and the title of this post should really be “What in gay hell…”