Editor's Note: A little something I wrote for you on Monday, my
post-writing day, while lying on the bathroom floor - because I suspect that
this, written in the midst of delirium, has just as much chance of being
understandable as anything I would have written later in the week:
Okay, here’s the deal.
Today we’re all going to concentrate on how we’re lucky, because
otherwise I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through the day. I’ll
go first. I’m lucky because even though
it's my first wedding anniversary and I’ve decided to spend it on the floor of
what surely must be the first bathroom ever constructed with moving walls (because
how else could they be spinning in such an unattractive fashion), thinking
thoughts I’ve never thought before (mostly about how glad I am we never decided
to wallpaper this room in stripes), I nonetheless have a husband, a wonderful husband,
who is not only keeping me supplied with
both orange Gatorade AND mint tea, but is willing to make the countless trips
to the microwave that are necessary to keep the tea exactly at body temperature,
the better to sneak it past my esophagus, who has decided that this is the
optimal time to play East German Border Patrol.
