I can not count on two hands, how many times my wife and I have repaired
a washing machine at 10pm at night.
And always on the cusp of something, such that we couldn't let it wait
until morning the next day.
Tonight the washing machine made some horrible beeps, and smelled like
burned plastic.
We knew our roles, I siphon, she towels, I tip it, she holds. I take it
apart, she waits. I put it back together, it works, she tests it.
We've done it so many times over the last 10 years, that it may very
well be the thing we do best as a team.
There's probably a lesson in there somewhere.
