While you're thinking, let me tell you what I did yesterday. I got a jump start on packing for this weekend, when I head out of town for teacher training. Did some laundry. Walked the dog. Checked my stash of avocados about eighteen times to see if maybe, just maybe, one had decided to ripen a little more quickly. Checked the avocados again. Drank a kombucha, which I did not shake. Had my meditation practice.
In the late afternoon, I decided a nice, hot bath was in order. So I went upstairs to my Temple of High Maintenance, started running a tub of water, and went to my Yoga Closet Boudoir to get some comfortable clothes for post-bath power lounging. On the way out of the bathroom, I grabbed the door knob, locked it, and pulled the bathroom door shut behind me.
Oh, yes. With the tub running.
Naturally, I said, "Oh, shit." Upon learning what I had done, Didgeridoo Boy came running up the stairs to taunt me. He told me to get the skinny, curved knife out of the knife block and a butter knife. I did. Once I had delivered those things to him, I also got the key that is supposed to unlock the bathroom door - it did not work. Didge said we would probably need to kick the door in. I ran downstairs to get a screwdriver. Didge said that the ones in the array I decided to bring back up wouldn't work. While he was asking where we would go to turn off the water to the house, I set to work taking the door knob off and figuring out how to get the bathroom side of the door knob unlocked. Did that. Got the door open.
Luckily, I had forgotten to plug the bathtub. That was a relief. What was not a relief was the fact that getting everything sorted out took the exact same amount of time as it takes the hot water heater to empty itself of its contents. But at least I got the door open.
And now I cannot get the door knob back the hell on. The screws won't line up. I am considering Hello Kitty Duck Tape.
Enjoy your Wednesday.
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