Obviously, the electric timer part of it thought it was
still on. Normally, it usually just times out and shuts itself off. What
worried me was that thunka-thunka-thunka.
So, as I do, I prayed. Very hard. Very seriously. I knew I
could dry the clothes at least on a folding dryer rack that I could set in the
one shower. It would take a while but it wasn't a big deal. Repairing or
replacing the dryer was a big deal, though.
So I thought I'd try a re-boot first. I allowed it to rest,
shut off, for almost an hour, and tried again.
It purred.
Two things here - first, I must be more aware of what I'm
doing. At my age, I'm easily distracted. Let a phone ring while I'm doing
something and I probably won't get back to it. Put ice cube trays out and run
to the bathroom, and come back to the kitchen much, much later and find them
sloshing.
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