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January 24, 2017
When my washer and dryer finish their tasks, they play a pleasant and chirpy little tune. I found the song delightful the first time I heard it.

My brother found the song online... it's something by Schubert about a fish, and I found my delight grow, because the washer and dryer song had taken on an air of legitimacy. I no longer take the clothes out before the performance is finished, and I clap respectfully at its completion. The end of the wash cycle is a true cultural event, and the springtime freshness of my socks is a nice bonus.