The complaint guy had called this morning and talked to John. He said that the installer said that he had told me that the faucet was leaking. What a bunch of shit! Like I would've done three loads of wash knowing that a faucet was leaking. That really did tick me off. I must admit I was ready to have them take it back to the store. But I calmed down, and it does seem to be working okay now. We'll see. And that'll probably be the last thing I buy from Sears.
Later I got the automated satisfaction survey call. If anybody checks those things, they'll get a really bad review. One of the questions was if I would recommend Sears to a friend. That got the strongest possible NO, of course.
Poor John has come with with one of those fast-arriving spring colds. He's alternately stopped up and runny-nosed, and feels miserable. I still had some of the roast chicken that I got at Walmart on Monday, so I made some chicken noodle soup for supper. Thaqt's always good comfort food. He went to bed about 8 tonight. I'm going to sleep in the other room and keep my fingers crossed that I won't get it.
This is the closeup of the forsythia.
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