I thought we should put the laundry out despite the weather forecast. After all, I said, it wasn’t going to rain in secret. We could always run out & bring it in back in. I was at that time more worried about the noise the washing machine had started to make. It sounded like an entry-level Mazda coupe being retuned for the son or daughter of a small businessman. No washing machine should make a noise like that, I said. But if I’ve learned anything from life since, it’s that they all make a noise like that in the end.
Laughed like a drain at this. Next Hoke Moseley puts the bins out.
Jack Reacher: bins want to be him, laundry wants to be with him.
Just spent part of the afternoon thinking about Lee Child rewritten by you. Mind well and truly blown.
The machinery of being.