To quote Dr. McCoy from Star Trek, “He’s dead, Jim.” My washer, that is. Bastard machine. Died full of water and with a king size blanket in it. Hate. Kill. And I have the flu. So. There you have it. The end to another spectacular year. Bailing the washer and moldy blanket in the sink. Merry F’in Christmas everybody. Or Happy Hanukkah. Whatever.