Things are a little hard right now. Firmly in the 'first world' kind of hard, though. My dryer's busted. It stopped working just as we had decided to buy a new one BUT also just as Matt left for a week and a half in Japan, so we couldn't go shopping for a new one right away. We also couldn't go shopping for a new one the day after he got back from Japan because I left for Barrie to visit Zarah for the week-end. We're going shopping for a new one tomorrow, but who knows how long it will be before it gets delivered. In the meantime, you can't move in the basement without being slapped in the face or caressed around the knee by a cold, clammy piece of reluctantly drying fabric. I hang a lot of things to dry anyway, but adding in having to hang sheets, towels, socks, underwear and dish cloths has made the process quite a bit more unwieldy. It's tiresome, but it's only tiresome because I'm accustomed to the ridiculously convenient way I usually do it.
Also, I'm feeling tired and mildly agoraphobic, but this is only because I've been away the last three week-ends, visiting my sister in London for Thanksgiving and then whooping it up in Montreal and Barrie with girlfriends. Poor me. This week-end we have a Halloween party and next week-end a dinner party. All the friends and plans and fun - it's misery, I tell you.
I did have a triumphant moment this morning. I got out of the shower, dripping wet and blind without my glasses and saw a huge spider sitting beside the wastebasket. I didn't stop to dry myself or put on my glasses or yell for Matt. I grabbed a kleenex and decisively swooped down on that monster, feeling like a total badass.
Yes sir. I really showed that immense piece of purple towel fluff who was boss.