Because I’m more than a little claustrophobic, the other day I wondered what would happen if I got stuck in the bathroom while Peter was in Florida. The new doorknob he put on (not that I’m saying he’s not handy at home repairs) sucks. And sticks. And if I couldn’t get it to turn while he was away, what would I do? What if no one heard when I yelled out the tiny second floor window into our woodsy backyard (trees absorb sound don’t they?). Plenty of water, that’s a good thing. No food. Bad. There are books in the bathroom—there are books in every room—but my reading glasses live in a coffee mug on my desk. Note: get a set of magnifiers for bathroom. What about the cats? How long would they survive without Herring and Sardine Supreme… Turkey Delight… fresh crunchies?
Oh god. This is terrible.
Note: outfit bathroom with screwdriver, bag of chips, phone; teach cats how to work snap-off lids.
By the way—just curious—if no one’s home, why am I closing the bathroom door??