This has been a strange day with plans gone awry; when I went to make the bed, around 10 am, I discovered that one of my pillows had fallen off the bed during the night and landed on the floor. Since the thought of bed bugs continues to freak me out, I decided I'd better wash it and the pillowcase before I put it back on the bed.
I stupidly decided to use the washers in the basement rather than the industrial-strength ones down the street, and the debacle began. Once full of water, the pillow was too heavy to allow thw washer to work and unbalanced it. I had to wring out the pillow (fat chance!) by hand. Then it took me 2.5 hours to dry the damned thing!
I called my friend Curtis at 11:30 to tell him I would be about half an hour late, and forty-five minutes later I called him to report that I was in laundry hell and would not be coming in at all. Then, at 12:30 I took the pillow down to the laundromat. Now it's dry. Oy!