I watched Lost tonight, then got ready to do laundry.
My laundry set-up is a bit unusual. The water from the first rinse is pumped into an adjacent sink, where it is stored and can be pumped back into the washer for a second load. If it's not needed, there is a little pump that pumps the water up into the outflow pipe out to the septic system.
On Monday I did one load of laundry, and left the unused water sitting in the sink for the past couple days.
Tonight I went down, saw the gray water and decided I didn't want to reuse it after two days, so I flicked on the little motor and the sink started to drain as I sorted clothes. After a couple minutes, I heard the suction sound that indicated the sink was empty, went to flick off the pump and saw, to my horror...
I knew there were mice in the basement - they had scarfed up some spilled dog food before I had a chance to clean it up, and thwarted my attempts to catch them in a live trap. I wanted them out... but not like this. My used laundry water became a water-filled pit of doom.
So I've hit the brakes on laundry night, and I'm stalling and stalling going back down there to deal with the carcass. I know it's just a mouse, but I'm squeamish about these things. I'm about to go out to the garage and assess my garden tools to see what might be the least-gross way to get this thing out of the house. Garden shovel into a box into the trash container outside is the likely choice.
I'll never be able to look at the laundry tub the same way again.
I am at home. I get a call. "You're going to be in a cooking contest."
Then I'm at a loading dock, with a crew of people unloading boxes of cooking supplies.
I walk in, and there are two identical kitchens set up. I think it was on a sound stage, so this may have been a TV event.
The other cook is already at work, and we have like an hour to put together the meal. How did he get a head start? Annoyed.
The meal is Italian. But wait, that other cook looks like the maitre d' from the Chinese restaurant in that famous "Seinfeld" episode. He's cooking Italian? But wait, what am I saying, I can hardly cook anything at all.
OK, I start looking through the cabinets. What, no pasta! I have to get to a grocery store.
That's it. Either the dream ended, or I just don't remember the rest.
Explanation: After some thought, I realized that I had left the radio on overnight. At 6 a.m., Minnesota Public Radio switched from the BBC to.... "The Splendid Table." I looked on the program Web site, and there was some talk of Italian food on this week's show.
But the maitre d'? That remains a mystery for now.