Dear hubby thinks on his feet (it is now 10 pm and we're tired), and grabs the apt. fan for active duty. Granted, it's freezing, snowing, and blowing outside, BUT on went the fan, and by 10:30pm VOILA! Even the toes in cotton socks were letting go of the moisture left behind by the Monster Machine. By this morning we are down to only a few reluctant garments, and even they are coming around,--FAST!
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