The instant gratification part of my brain is constantly at war with the environmentalist part of my brain and that passion play happens at least weekly due to my HE washing machine, which takes fucking forever to finish a load, especially now that yardwork has become a priority hobby (pre-soak + heavy soil).

I don't know if the solution is fewer sensors or more sensors, but the way it fills the bowl feels like watching an episode of Monk. And not the ones where his OCD is cute, the ones where it ends up costing him dearly.