The dryer repairman came today, not between 1 and 5 but, much to my great delight, at 11:00. And just as I suspected, a repairman with access to things we mortals cannot attain, he was in possession of a magic thumb. I will not tell you how simple the repair was because to reveal it would be a great embarrassment and would forever doom me to that class of people unable to plug in something so simple as a hair dryer. Truly, it wasn't that simple, but that magic thumb ought to be referred to the "trouble shooting" department at GE when they decide to rewrite the manual. Since his repair took all of 2 seconds, I referred him to the maintenance of the washing machine which, for a good while now has smelled of some living organism akin to the one eyed water creature on the planet Dagobah in Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back. After retrieving 5 pennies, a screw, 2 bobby pins, and some other mucky looking stuff, he flushed the whole thing with some sort of washing machine laxative thereby draining it of all impurities making it suitable for sanitizing all future pennies and screws.
The car is still functioning and I was able to vote with little incident other than having to suffer with Isaac who had a case of boredom which symptoms were displayed in the need to run all around the gym, which had been dressed up as a voting station. As I tried to keep an eye on him it may have appeared that I was trying to see who the guy next to me was voting for. Not that I cared, but with those little walls there I felt the same feeling of guilt one might have while cheating on a test. So, in order not to seem a voting cheater, I tried to voice my son's name a little louder while standing on my tippy toes in an I'm-not-looking-over-your-partition kind of way, rather above and beyond toward the great spectrum of the gym. He didn't tell on me and I was able to exit the gym as a proud member of this free country bedecked with a sticker proclaiming that I voted.