This morning Bella used the blowdryer and the space heater at the same time, blowing a fuse again. And even though I go outside (tromping grumpily) to flip every single fuse switch, nothing turns on again. Which means I have no light in my bathroom for another week until my Mr. I’m-not-a-handyman comes back into town. This is ridiculous.
Bella missed her ride (and then when she noticed the light was still on in the car this morning, she muttered, At least you can’t blame me for that.)
This may be the effect of going down to Palm Springs four days in row which means that nothing gets down around the house, which means navigating large piles of unwrapped presents and dirty laundry, which drives me crazy.
Time to bunker down and get things done.
I may be especially grumpy because I don’t want to begin my thesis with the ad from Cardiff’s Intimacies performance anymore, since that’s how the “Intimacy” chapter starts in The Walk Book. I don’t know how to start my thesis without looking like a copycat.
