Sunday, January 29, 2012
|The library before the Four Horsemen|
(fire, blood, flood, and bookalanche) arrived
Yesterday I went to put a book back in the library, and found myself sloshing through a substantial amount of water. After an initial moment of panic in which I believed that our septic system was backing up, I discovered that in fact I had simply broken the washing machine, which was now pumping its entire supply of sudsy water across the floor of our house.
In telling this to D much later, I summarized: "So, thus far, I have set the kitchen on fire, bled with Jacobean abundance from hands and feet all over the ground floor, and flooded the library. Basically, I am the End of Days for this house."
"Have you considered sitting down and just, um, not doing anything for a while?", D asked.
"I'm Apocalyptic!" I replied, laughing low and not a little maniacally.