Holy crap! It was a Monday.
So, for like a week - maybe more- maybe a lot more - I had the feeling, whenever I opened the drawer which holds my placemats and napkins or the cupboard below where the pots and pans and housed, that I was smelling something dead. I couldn't see anything and on Sunday I took EVERYTHING out of both places and found NOTHING. Weird. Since it was not Monday and Kevin was visiting, I thought I would try once again to use the dishwasher. My cousin Steve and I had loaded it up on Poultry Days in June to find that soon after the cycle commences the dishwasher displayed an error message, started flashing blue lights, and dinging quietly but persistently. As suggested in the guide, we cleaned the filters (which - for the record - I had cleaned thoroughly at a time approximate to my last use of the dishwasher months previously. Turning off the light and bell - which with enough time starts to make you feel like you are living in a Poe story - requi...