I got up this morning to see Amoeba off to work. As far as my body was concerned it was still 4 a.m., but I was bound and determined to stay up. I made it to 10:30 a.m., when I was forced to face the difference between stubborn and stupid. I was so tired I was shivering, couldn’t think clearly, and my arms felt like they weighed 100 pounds a piece. I stumbled into the bedroom and fell face down on the mattress. Just two hours later I woke refreshed and feeling good.
It was time to fix Amoeba lunch and me breakfast. We had bacon sandwiches. We also had a conversation about the fact that the apartment refrigerator was nothing more than a large cupboard no longer familiar with the concept of cold. Amoeba called the office and left a maintenance request, he then returned to work.
A half hour later the maintenance guy showed up. He confirmed that the refrigerator seemed to have no idea what it meant to be cold. A half hour after that, we had a new old refrigerator. It works. That’s enough to make me happy.
After the maintenance guy left, I went in the bathroom and noticed — via the wall mirror — that I had my t-shirt on wrong side out. From that we can all rest assured that I am completely rested and back to my normal self.