The symptoms of my dryers death were just that, death. I pushed the button and nothing happened. Jim had taken it apart and, seeing no other problems, figured it was the motor. We were ready to sell it for scrap but my father-in-law managed to bring it back from the dead. Its kind of spooky really. This is its second ressurection this year. I'm just thrilled that it works again. I don't even use it that much but its nice to be able to throw damp clothes in from the clothesline if you need to.
Since I'm only working for a short time today, I'm planning to get some recipes together for my own bulk cooking spree which will happen between tonight and tomorrow.