So instead of staying inside all day, seeing the sky was 2/3 clear and it looked like the rain was over for the day, I drove to The French Store™ and bought a new Hoover. It was on sale for about 40% off, so not the cashectomy I expected.
Home, minor assembly required, it worked fine and is much quieter than the now-dumpstered one.
It's bagless. This is a testament to Domino and Pumpkin, who have not left major barfings in a month. In the past the downstairs vacuum was dedicated to cat barfs, which take the otherwise dry contents a bagless cannister and cement it all together. Cleaning those is neither pretty nor odorless.
The new machine has a stairs attachment, but today we were just doing downstairs. I have a much lighter vacuum cleaner upstairs with which I will do the stairs some day.
Back at the store, I put the box in the trunk, got into the car and as soon as I turned the key the sky opened up and the entire universe's supply of rain plummeted through the opening, accompanied by wind so strong the palm trees across the street were bent about 15°. This happened just in time to soak the woman whose vehicle was parked next to mine. As soon as I could see past the rain, I pulled out and drove home. The rain was light to moderate while I wheeled the box to my front door on the cart I'd so foresightedly put in the car before leaving home.
Time for some more Netflix joy.
Plans for tomorrow:
Go to work
Try not to have a nervous breakdown