I have yet to go for my walk. It’s not because I’m too lazy to put on my shoes; no, it’s far, far worse, a deep, dark secret I didn’t know I had. Let me say I’m a pretty clean person. You could come over to my place right now (if it weren’t for social distancing), and you’d find it spick and span. Also, keep in mind I spent almost all my adult life in dry, dry places, places where tumbleweed rolling down the streets constituted rush hour. Then promise you won’t be grossed out.
I was about to start the dishwasher when I saw a shadow on the inside of my dishwasher, way in the back. Since I have such poor vision, I had to stick my head inside to tell if it WAS a shadow. NO. It was :eek: mold! EW! EW! After I ran in circles a few times, freaking out, I started to wonder how this could be. I’d NEVER had this issue before in the brief years I had a DW in dry climes. I mean, I run it often, partly to pre**vent this stuff. Long story short, I didn’t realize you have to use a rinse agent (the unread instruction manual said) to keep the drum dry. Oh.
So I spent a few hours scrubbing and disinfecting (with vinegar and dish detergent). And rinsing. It took me awhile to figure out how to get the track stops off so I could remove the racks, which are now soaking in the bathtub. They didn’t look bad, but I bet there’s invisible mold on there. I will have to go to the store to get drying agent, and after this, I shall leave the door open when the cycle is done.
Swampy and MetalMouse, I’m so glad you liked the video. It lifts my heart to see and hear musicians all over the world playing together while apart.
FCM, it’s a measure of how you good you are that that sounds easy. I’m Lucy Riccardo on a sewing machine.
Cookie, I don’t think a self-respecting Viking ever squeaks. Maybe Viking mouses, when they put on the helmets and breastplates and do the Valkyries bit. 
